Chevy A Monsta (ft Attitude)

Oh my God da Chevy a monsta
I wanna thank the dope game for being my sponsors
Cocaine white dope boy sneakers
You wanna learn how to cook this dope I’m a teach ya

Oh my God, The Chevy a monsta
Freddy Cougar red the paint job will haunt cha’
Niggas scared like it’s Friday the 13
Ridin in my Chevy up on Nightmare and Elm Street
Shidd! Seven figures for the neck piece
You like this? Wait until I get my neck piece
Dope boy sneakers, dopeboy features
You wanna learn how to cook this I can teach ya
Chevy pushin’ 500 horses to beat cha
Pussy look like money bitch I’ll probably eat cha
Sellin crack, show me where the kitchen at
Let me make my money back, nigga I’m a tripple dat

I killem with da ride like Marilyn Manson
Trunk beatin’ hard I bet the devil is dancin
I see ‘em glancin’ my pockets lookin’ real chubby
They came to my momma house lookin’ for the hard
But I ain’t wanna sell dope please for give me Lord
The crack rocked up, The bricks blocked up
Everythang will be fine unless they stop us
My Uncle Mane sayin’ prayers from a prison cell
20 years cause they caught ‘em tryna make a sale
I give ‘em hell, Nigga mother fuck a hater
Now I’m a say this shit again let’s go get this paper

Trunk full of white on the intersate
Nigga I’m eatin’ like these streets is my dinner plate
And all I need is a spoon
A pyrex jar and some elbow room
Now I got the hos in the ‘Ham
I ain’t playin bout this paper I’ll put some holes in ya ass
Look, my weed jumpin out the blunt
Cause the blunt in my car feel like it’s jumpin out the trunk
Blood diamonds in my neck-a-lace
Got the hos lookin possessed, I’m the exorcist
Bitch say hi to the bad guy
That’s why all them hos point when I pass by