Say, I'm walkin' 'round with my chest out
Who these niggas claim to be and never check out
I'm goin' in, dog, feel like I'm the best out
She gon' put up with my shit as long as she ain't left out
The world chilly like a left-eye
Cold world, baby, tea bag
I know niggas envy, they be fishin' I don't seabags
Couldn't get her up the stairs, so I just f*cked her on the bean bag
Say, I get a nigga whole team bagged
Ayy, he got a nigga whole crew murked
I don't take drugs but do Percs, like I'm from the Bronx 'cause I keep some new Yerks
I'm in New York, yeah, my name Bill, I was locked up in buffalo
Had the CO bring the set, she hit the news, got in trouble though
I was trappin' out the W, got Bose in the bungalow
Better say my name straight, lil' pussy-ho' with no underscore (oh yeah)
Shake it like a Jamaican, baby, pon di floor
You was talkin' like you was a pro, now take this dick, what you runnin' for?
My lil' Louisiana bitch, she walk in the house and grab the dick
I caught the play and ran the blitz, got all them pussy niggas hit
I got a .380 with a clip, walked in with a blick on my hip
I like the way you talk, you walk like you got a disc in your hip
How you got a dick in yo' shit, baby? I spent a ticket on you, baby
I like your stance, the way you dance
I don't even like faggots grabbing on ya
Yeah, yeah, I bounced back from that shit and came back way better, they like, "How?"
Send my lil' cracker bitch through the bank teller like, "Wow"
I ain't even off no bean, nigga, I just hate fellow
Purple Wok', Codeine, but, ain't gon' lie, that green taste better, yeah, yeah
Jumped out the drop, I'm ready to pop any nigga top who think they that
She like the sniper between her legs while she playin' with my dreads
Woke up this morning just me Lil Taz, Lil Crix, Lil Red
I smokin' Krip, get out of my face, that Zaza shit be Ritz
Sosa and Golden, they so SG, snatch and grab shit like the feds
That shit you told a nigga ain't gonna do shit but just make somebody mad
Young nigga was trollin', I ain't forgot shit, I'm just plottin', I'm on they ass
My Chest Out Video (MV)
Performed By: Kodak Black
Length: 2:21
Written by: Bill Kapri, Derek Garcia, Ishmael Elijah Hurst, Matthew James, Nicholas Varvatsoulis, Niles Groce
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Say, I'm walkin' 'round with my chest out
Who these niggas claim to be and never check out
I'm goin' in, dog, feel like I'm the best out
She gon' put up with my shit as long as she ain't left out
The world chilly like a left-eye
Cold world, baby, tea bag
I know niggas envy, they be fishin' I don't seabags
Couldn't get her up the stairs, so I just f*cked her on the bean bag
Say, I get a nigga whole team bagged
Ayy, he got a nigga whole crew murked
I don't take drugs but do Percs, like I'm from the Bronx 'cause I keep some new Yerks
I'm in New York, yeah, my name Bill, I was locked up in buffalo
Had the CO bring the set, she hit the news, got in trouble though
I was trappin' out the W, got Bose in the bungalow
Better say my name straight, lil' pussy-ho' with no underscore (oh yeah)
Shake it like a Jamaican, baby, pon di floor
You was talkin' like you was a pro, now take this dick, what you runnin' for?
My lil' Louisiana bitch, she walk in the house and grab the dick
I caught the play and ran the blitz, got all them pussy niggas hit
I got a .380 with a clip, walked in with a blick on my hip
I like the way you talk, you walk like you got a disc in your hip
How you got a dick in yo' shit, baby? I spent a ticket on you, baby
I like your stance, the way you dance
I don't even like faggots grabbing on ya
Yeah, yeah, I bounced back from that shit and came back way better, they like, "How?"
Send my lil' cracker bitch through the bank teller like, "Wow"
I ain't even off no bean, nigga, I just hate fellow
Purple Wok', Codeine, but, ain't gon' lie, that green taste better, yeah, yeah
Jumped out the drop, I'm ready to pop any nigga top who think they that
She like the sniper between her legs while she playin' with my dreads
Woke up this morning just me Lil Taz, Lil Crix, Lil Red
I smokin' Krip, get out of my face, that Zaza shit be Ritz
Sosa and Golden, they so SG, snatch and grab shit like the feds
That shit you told a nigga ain't gonna do shit but just make somebody mad
Young nigga was trollin', I ain't forgot shit, I'm just plottin', I'm on they ass
Who these niggas claim to be and never check out
I'm goin' in, dog, feel like I'm the best out
She gon' put up with my shit as long as she ain't left out
The world chilly like a left-eye
Cold world, baby, tea bag
I know niggas envy, they be fishin' I don't seabags
Couldn't get her up the stairs, so I just f*cked her on the bean bag
Say, I get a nigga whole team bagged
Ayy, he got a nigga whole crew murked
I don't take drugs but do Percs, like I'm from the Bronx 'cause I keep some new Yerks
I'm in New York, yeah, my name Bill, I was locked up in buffalo
Had the CO bring the set, she hit the news, got in trouble though
I was trappin' out the W, got Bose in the bungalow
Better say my name straight, lil' pussy-ho' with no underscore (oh yeah)
Shake it like a Jamaican, baby, pon di floor
You was talkin' like you was a pro, now take this dick, what you runnin' for?
My lil' Louisiana bitch, she walk in the house and grab the dick
I caught the play and ran the blitz, got all them pussy niggas hit
I got a .380 with a clip, walked in with a blick on my hip
I like the way you talk, you walk like you got a disc in your hip
How you got a dick in yo' shit, baby? I spent a ticket on you, baby
I like your stance, the way you dance
I don't even like faggots grabbing on ya
Yeah, yeah, I bounced back from that shit and came back way better, they like, "How?"
Send my lil' cracker bitch through the bank teller like, "Wow"
I ain't even off no bean, nigga, I just hate fellow
Purple Wok', Codeine, but, ain't gon' lie, that green taste better, yeah, yeah
Jumped out the drop, I'm ready to pop any nigga top who think they that
She like the sniper between her legs while she playin' with my dreads
Woke up this morning just me Lil Taz, Lil Crix, Lil Red
I smokin' Krip, get out of my face, that Zaza shit be Ritz
Sosa and Golden, they so SG, snatch and grab shit like the feds
That shit you told a nigga ain't gonna do shit but just make somebody mad
Young nigga was trollin', I ain't forgot shit, I'm just plottin', I'm on they ass
Writer: Bill Kapri, Derek Garcia, Ishmael Elijah Hurst, Matthew James, Nicholas Varvatsoulis, Niles Groce
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.