Bubba Chuck

(álbum: FLYGOD Is An Awesome God 2 - 2020)

Brrt
Ayo, ayo, ayo
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Ayo, every other second, fiends knocking at the door (Ah)
All you heard was Valentino screeching on the floor (Ah)
Hanging out the 458 with the .44 (Skrrt)
Seen Flee up the block, the nigga hollered, "Lord, Lord" (Lord, Lord)
Banana clip out the MAC-10, my niggas score more (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Floor seats, watching LeBron, I left the fourth quarter (Ah)
Johnny Dang neck, spent a quarter on water, uh (Ah)
Balenciaga bucket, meet the black Tom Sawyer, uh
Ten minutes before lockdown, grab the Goya', uh
Kinky fucking gook, I'm upstairs fucking Toya, uh (Ah)
Poured up the middle, Bubba Chuck for the Hoyas, uh (Swish)
Blew his head off, crack the safe for the lawyer, uh (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Fendi from the booster, Hi-Point with the booler, uh (Mmm)
Making Salaat with twenty shooters next Jumu'ah, uh (Brrt)
Next shot, Joe Dumars, uh (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, ah)
Ayo, from the three, all net, Isaiah Thomas (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Fashion Week, me and Kim Jones with the chopper (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Dice game, Saint Laurent down, pulled out the whopper (Ah)
Who you be? Walking on water, I be the opulent (I be the opulent)
Left wrist, right wrist, I better lock this shit (Whip)

Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
Ferrari with the roof up (Skrrt)
You niggas talk too much (Talk too fucking much)
A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)
Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
Ferrari with the roof up (The roof up)
You niggas talk too much (Talk too fucking much, uh)
A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)

Rick Owens trench, touch the hem (Touch the hem, bitch)
Stove God, I cleanse the kilo of his sins (Hallelujah)
Holy water in the pot, spin, I'm locked in
The last blocks that landed, they stamped 'em with John Lennon face (Woo)
Only blue notes, my young boy got us up like two more
I seen him shoot seven left-handed, Toni Kukoč (Brrt, boom, boom)
Cocaine Moses, I part the ocean
Drive a whole brick through in the Lotus (Woo)
These niggas bogus (Niggas bogus)
Wockhardt in the cream soda (Pour it)
Versace cap and gown, I got a water whip diploma
Whatever charges they throw at you, better hold 'em
Could've fought his case, I guess he'd rather fight his way up out a coma (Brrt, haha)
Shoot the building, stash box built in
She said the runway for her, but I keep you filled in
Shit, I'm on my way to close a deal
If Columbus could steal land, bitch, we can steal land (We can steal land)
Drop top came with the bees like Candyman
Parked outside the Waldorf Historia
Banging half a mil', counting half a mil', it's glorious (This shit is glorious)
Long way from bundles of boy inside of the foreign (Woo)
Dope fiends' arms tied up like Ultimate Warrior
I put a stove in the studio
Whip it, then I no-look dish it like Ricky Rubio (Like Ricky Rubio)
I'm 'bout to buy a hundred shares of Hulu (Go)
Magic with the chickens, we doing voodoo
We gon' be filthy rich, we make it through these nine exits
Balenciaga Tyrexes, flexing, Stove

Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
Ferrari with the roof up (Skrrt)
You niggas talk too much (Talk too fucking much)
A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)
Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
Ferrari with the roof up (The roof up)
You niggas talk too much (Too fucking much)
A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)