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Chapel Hill Heists

 

Chapel Hill Heists

(Album: Young Hot Ebony 2 - 2022)


They think in a game 7, you're not gonna get fucking eighteen points
They don't think you're gonna get eight rebounds
These guys don't know shit about me
What the fuck do they do?
Doesn't that make you wanna fucking kill them?
Doesn't that make you wanna say "Fuck you for doubting me"?

Uh
I got thirty-eight Percs in my pocket, I need to stop it
Rocks in my socks, cops like this is not you in this wallet
Molly rock, molly rock make a college hottie body rock
Gon' get the best top of her twenties tonight, man, yeah
Meet me at the house on Hickory road top
Just bounce if you try fucking me over, I got niggas watching the roads
Ten cross the loss, your tiny little soldiers
Niggas think that's snow, no, that's coke built up
I built this shit brick by brick, floor built up
Man, seven 6'2 Bulls like middle fingers
Bitch, I'm shooting Birds
These niggas know I'm King of the Hill
Dammit, Bobby, what's the word?
This bitch think I'm king of the pills
Running plays like John Madden
Fake family, a station wagon going state to state
Here to Staten
Look at that shit, some Instagram canyon
I'm a damn bandit
Can't keep no companion
Some nights I breach mansions
Kick my feet up, really rap it
One time a nigga was home
I had to, MMMbop him like a damn Hanson
Nigga, flip the switch
I'm in that bitch waiting like Chris Hansen
Oh, arms crossed but look at this appointment
Like nigga, who mad son?
Crossed a lot like AND1 'til my mans with the van come
Do what you will with the fam'
'Cause we do not take no ransoms

My bitch thicker than yours
My guns bigger than yours
Nigga, my goons bigger than yours
I talk better than you
I hustle better
I think of the dollar quicker than you
I talk better, I walk better
My shoes fit me better
I get paid more than you

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