Uboow - Chanel Freestyle (feat. KyVendetta & Sergio.lvxx) Lyrics

(Hold on, Hold on)
(What, What)
(F*ckin' with shorty I cant get enough, Okay)
F*ckin' with shorty she cant get enough
I kick that bitch out, I'm like take all yo stuff
I got a big choppa, bitch this ain't no bluff
Hold on
I take that back I got hella, I just seen bad bitch I think her name Bella
Got pills and weed, like what can I sell yea
She said I smell good, that's um Chanel yea
I told that bitch "you can't be my hoe"
I'm smokin' this gas, I just smoked a bowl
That bitch off the pack, scrape it off the floor
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Niggas see me, and then they get low
She wanted the addy, didn't give her lo
She wanted to f*ck, I tell that bitch "No"
Like give me your face, bitch give me your throat
Throat, throat, throat, throat
Give me your face, bitch, give me your throat
Keep suckin' this dick, I don't care if you choke
And please bring your friend, I know she a hoe
Walk in the party, got bape like I'm Lo
He said that I'm barkin', like nigga I know
Then I called Chauncey, told nigga bring Pole
Gang in the spot, and we takin' your hoes
Got my gang in the spot, and they takin' your hoes
Try to hate on my gang, we gon' aim at your nose
Got a choppa on me, it's gon' shoot at yo bro
And yo bitch, she a eater, she ate up my soul (Yeah!)
Got Balenci, it's all on my fashion but f*ck it, I might just mix it with the Ksubi
Mix that shit with the Ksubi's
Got double Twin Uzis, lil' bitch, I say, when did you f*ck niggas losin'
Brodie really got jugged out at his BB belt, if a nigga touch my shit, just know that I'm shootin'
But I shouldn't have to say that these niggas should know it a nigga run up then you know what im doin' (Okay!)
Got yo bitch on my dick, and she givin' me licky
Told that bitch we can f*ck, but oh no, ain't no hickeys
I'ma slip on some Prada, my bitch got Balenci
While that nigga Sergy he rockin' them Ricky's
He got them fat-ass jeans on, them bitches not dickies
Like bro, cut that shit out (Ha ha)
Like this your lil' bitch, why my dick in her mouth
I came in for my verse now a lil' nigga out, Bye! (Blatt!)
This shit that I'm smokin' too sticky
Huh, Glocky too big, and that bitch hold a 50
I'm still in the booth with my spliffy (Blatt!)
There ain't no comp who goin' against me (Hah)
I had to double back, uppin' this pole give em' heart attacks
Walk in yo crib I want all of that, you touchin' petty racks
Can't even show me a heavy stack
All of my niggas be killin' rats
My spot is the armory, catch you lackin' at the party B
EZ-Bake Glocky, gon' heat up your arteries
Green tip, blue tip, that be the recipe
I'm at the crib with yo' bitch and she blessin' me
Told the lil' bitch she can kick it and chill at the crib, but first she gon' have to give heavenly
If she want the sex, I'm declining that shit, so that lil' bitch have to leave effectively
Just know we got 40s and 50s that go through yo' kidneys, so who tryna prosper against me
There was no problems and now we gon' drop em, I'm rollin' em up and now he in the spliffy
He gettin' smoked now, are you shittin' me
Beat em' up now on the ground, I'ma spit on em
Just watch how DN finna get on em
He better start runnin', I just put a hit on em
So no im goin wild onnis bitch
Just bought a new gen with a 50-round clip
I'm poppin' this bitch, It's gon' melt off yo' nose and yo' hip
Bitch I don't miss
I don't be f*ckin' around, I don't f*ck with the bullshit
And the boys gon' pull up with some full clips (Full cips)
Lil' nigga thought we was just on some cool shit (Cool shit)
Now we robbin' you and who you bool with bitch (Blatt, Blatt!)