Letra de Giving Chanel
Come with the gang he one of the gang
I get him a lawyer or pay him a bail
He a little shooter he ain't got no bitches I get
I get him a lawyer or pay him a bail
He a little shooter he ain't got no bitches I get
One of my bitches to send him some mail
I was just whipping the rarri on Collins
Giving them hell, she was just eating until she crying
It's giving Chanel, give me some money I know what to do
I turn one into the two and just give me a scale
Stacking my coins and my diamonds is water
I'm knowing these niggas ain't wishing me well
He got hit up with that Yop stick, ooh his kidneys failed
I been putting it on and you know Imma pop shit
Because I'm really FR, I ain't kissing tell
Imma keep it a racky niggas never could pack me in the back of the Bach
With a Maybach in back me
Know I'm rich as a rich as a athlete and I know what to do if them
People come grab me no I'm never gonna press plea
Say I'm tellin on who it'll get you smoked automatically
It will go on my rap sheet
Ooo racks
She throwin it because it was fat, I'm blowing it because
I be knowing I like it get focused and go get it back
She getting real hype around mike hov and them I just told her relax
This shit out the trenches I'm fresh out the kitchen from turning the stove to the max
And they killed my dawg a few days ago I ain't holding it back (LilB)
Can't even explain how I feel unless I'm rolling off these pills
I smoke some weed to go to sleep and wake up praying it ain't real
Go threw some new shit every week I need some head so I can chill
FR FR FR FR I'm really like that FRFR nigga got smack FRFR
He ain't really like that in the field FR
Really got back I started with nothing
I'll show you how to run up them Ms FR
FRFRFRFR
I'm on a G6 in a 747 fucking high as a plane
That's my lil nigga he a lil shooter
I gave him a bitch told her blow out his brain
I'm on jetskies in the ocean given them hell she eat the dick up until
She cry cry cry it's given Chanel
I got them hitters with me bought a whole lotta switches
With me like I'm back in the trenches
I took the street route when
I wake up and leave out I can throw on Givenchy
I'm in the back of the Bach with a bach following me with a rolls Behind
I got the Mac on the side of me rackeys and I'm rich as a athlete
I don't know how to talk back to the police if I get caught with a whole key
Whippin a Beamer I'm rockin a Rollie having trap money lowkey
I'm rocking Prada on Prada on LV got more water on then the Maldives
Ain't have no problem with getting the benjies I can smell all the envy
200 milly FRFR I'm still with the niggas that kill FR
I'm in a milly FRFR they gone on a drilly FRFR
Run up a Billy FRFR I bill and I Nilly FRFR
I got them racks them racks them racks, forreal they came in a vacuum seal
I'm in a coupe coupe and I'm dropping the top off boutta hit off a cougar
I got a plug plug when it comes to the drug drugs I got money and chula
You in the hood now got them robbers and killers round nigga work on a hill
I'm about to touch down where they runnin and Gunning down bought them sticks with us
I'm getting a wetski in the back of the benzy from two friendski's
I got some mixed breeds tryna eat up my undies getting hungry
I'm on a lear the vision the clips clear Cartier
She gave me mop top all year now it's giving some new gear
I got some bitches I'm ballin on this year think I'm playin for Pat Riley
I bet the hoes can hear me on G6 but they thought we was doing molly
I'm in the pent the one with the city view the one with the glass you get what you choose
Riding the bat mobile 200 to sit on the dash it's giving them coupe
I was just whipping the rarri on Collins
Giving them hell, she was just eating until she crying
It's giving Chanel, give me some money I know what to do
I turn one into the two and just give me a scale
Stacking my coins and my diamonds is water
I'm knowing these niggas ain't wishing me well
He got hit up with that Yop stick, ooh his kidneys failed
I been putting it on and you know Imma pop shit
Because I'm really FR, I ain't kissing tell
Imma keep it a racky niggas never could pack me in the back of the Bach
With a Maybach in back me
Know I'm rich as a rich as a athlete and I know what to do if them
People come grab me no I'm never gonna press plea
Say I'm tellin on who it'll get you smoked automatically
It will go on my rap sheet
Ooo racks
She throwin it because it was fat, I'm blowing it because
I be knowing I like it get focused and go get it back
She getting real hype around mike hov and them I just told her relax
This shit out the trenches I'm fresh out the kitchen from turning the stove to the max
And they killed my dawg a few days ago I ain't holding it back (LilB)
Can't even explain how I feel unless I'm rolling off these pills
I smoke some weed to go to sleep and wake up praying it ain't real
Go threw some new shit every week I need some head so I can chill
FR FR FR FR I'm really like that FRFR nigga got smack FRFR
He ain't really like that in the field FR
Really got back I started with nothing
I'll show you how to run up them Ms FR
FRFRFRFR
I'm on a G6 in a 747 fucking high as a plane
That's my lil nigga he a lil shooter
I gave him a bitch told her blow out his brain
I'm on jetskies in the ocean given them hell she eat the dick up until
She cry cry cry it's given Chanel
I got them hitters with me bought a whole lotta switches
With me like I'm back in the trenches
I took the street route when
I wake up and leave out I can throw on Givenchy
I'm in the back of the Bach with a bach following me with a rolls Behind
I got the Mac on the side of me rackeys and I'm rich as a athlete
I don't know how to talk back to the police if I get caught with a whole key
Whippin a Beamer I'm rockin a Rollie having trap money lowkey
I'm rocking Prada on Prada on LV got more water on then the Maldives
Ain't have no problem with getting the benjies I can smell all the envy
200 milly FRFR I'm still with the niggas that kill FR
I'm in a milly FRFR they gone on a drilly FRFR
Run up a Billy FRFR I bill and I Nilly FRFR
I got them racks them racks them racks, forreal they came in a vacuum seal
I'm in a coupe coupe and I'm dropping the top off boutta hit off a cougar
I got a plug plug when it comes to the drug drugs I got money and chula
You in the hood now got them robbers and killers round nigga work on a hill
I'm about to touch down where they runnin and Gunning down bought them sticks with us
I'm getting a wetski in the back of the benzy from two friendski's
I got some mixed breeds tryna eat up my undies getting hungry
I'm on a lear the vision the clips clear Cartier
She gave me mop top all year now it's giving some new gear
I got some bitches I'm ballin on this year think I'm playin for Pat Riley
I bet the hoes can hear me on G6 but they thought we was doing molly
I'm in the pent the one with the city view the one with the glass you get what you choose
Riding the bat mobile 200 to sit on the dash it's giving them coupe
