Chamber Brothers
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๐ Lyrics
Yeah
We gon' ride
Slime
Th-Th-The Mechanics
Here we go
You ain't even wanna voice for this one
Huh
Yeah
They was playin' with that ticket, then the price changed
Caught him at the stop sign and then a light change
Hundred thousand dollars gone for these ice links
Scurvy nigga shit, it get real dirty for them white things
Yeah, that's 'bout a thousand pills, got a lot of meds
I woulda popped Bishop first, I ain't Radames
Two hundred thousand in my pocket, I can buy a Benz
Big Drac, it hit him in his head and knock him out his dreads
Richard Mille full of stones like a disco light
Had to take that beam off 'cause the stick too bright
Sold a quarter brick of raw just to get more ice
I'll walk 'em down and double back like I missed my flight
Send Lil' Cudi, get up on 'em, this a takeout
Had to get new landscaping 'cause them snakes out
Fuck pullin' over, stab off, then throw a eight out
Fuck it, hit him in his head, see what he think 'bout
Nah, you ain't never up no score, you out here scrimmagin'
Where I'm from, we slime 'em out and whack the middleman
Told lil' gang they gotta chill, they out here killin' shit
How you caught a body, did a time, and you still a bitch?
AR heavy on my shoulder, gotta aim this fucker
Sellin' crack like it's the '80s, we the Chamber brothers
Everything I got is profit, I came with nothin'
Thirty round pokin' out the Glock like it hang on somethin'
Hit the doctor, get a script like I'm an outpatient
We don't respect them over there, them niggas clout chasin'
I put Forgis on the Bentley, this bitch not basic
Yeah, I fuck the club up till they run out paper
We don't do no back and forth, I been done dropped somethin'
You like a nigga that fell off, you ain't got nothin'
Just bought a pint of Wocky clean, cost a rocked onion
I'm really with the Birdman like I'm Top youngin
I'm in LA with the Crips and the Bloods too
Forty kiss him in his face and he love to
Sell dope, rob, and hustle, but I club too
Thuggin' with my cameraman, he got a gun too
Fuck around and pop a Addy, I run out of X
Gotta crack a Quagen open, I run out of Tech
Got a whole brick of fent, show you how to stretch
I'll beat the beat up till I run out of breath
Hundred thousand in my pocket, do the Blade dance
Strip a goofy out his clothes, he a caveman
When y'all walk up in the club, y'all where the stage is
When we walk up in this bitch, they tuckin' chains in
Trackhawk on 26s, it got cat eyes
Hella water on my necklace, come get baptized
Nigga upped the F&N, knock his hat down
I fell off a couple times, now I'm back now
Yeah
Let that bitch ride
Mm, got another one
Yeah
Huh
Let me hear that shit
Th-Th-The Mechanics
We gon' ride
Slime
Th-Th-The Mechanics
Here we go
You ain't even wanna voice for this one
Huh
Yeah
They was playin' with that ticket, then the price changed
Caught him at the stop sign and then a light change
Hundred thousand dollars gone for these ice links
Scurvy nigga shit, it get real dirty for them white things
Yeah, that's 'bout a thousand pills, got a lot of meds
I woulda popped Bishop first, I ain't Radames
Two hundred thousand in my pocket, I can buy a Benz
Big Drac, it hit him in his head and knock him out his dreads
Richard Mille full of stones like a disco light
Had to take that beam off 'cause the stick too bright
Sold a quarter brick of raw just to get more ice
I'll walk 'em down and double back like I missed my flight
Send Lil' Cudi, get up on 'em, this a takeout
Had to get new landscaping 'cause them snakes out
Fuck pullin' over, stab off, then throw a eight out
Fuck it, hit him in his head, see what he think 'bout
Nah, you ain't never up no score, you out here scrimmagin'
Where I'm from, we slime 'em out and whack the middleman
Told lil' gang they gotta chill, they out here killin' shit
How you caught a body, did a time, and you still a bitch?
AR heavy on my shoulder, gotta aim this fucker
Sellin' crack like it's the '80s, we the Chamber brothers
Everything I got is profit, I came with nothin'
Thirty round pokin' out the Glock like it hang on somethin'
Hit the doctor, get a script like I'm an outpatient
We don't respect them over there, them niggas clout chasin'
I put Forgis on the Bentley, this bitch not basic
Yeah, I fuck the club up till they run out paper
We don't do no back and forth, I been done dropped somethin'
You like a nigga that fell off, you ain't got nothin'
Just bought a pint of Wocky clean, cost a rocked onion
I'm really with the Birdman like I'm Top youngin
I'm in LA with the Crips and the Bloods too
Forty kiss him in his face and he love to
Sell dope, rob, and hustle, but I club too
Thuggin' with my cameraman, he got a gun too
Fuck around and pop a Addy, I run out of X
Gotta crack a Quagen open, I run out of Tech
Got a whole brick of fent, show you how to stretch
I'll beat the beat up till I run out of breath
Hundred thousand in my pocket, do the Blade dance
Strip a goofy out his clothes, he a caveman
When y'all walk up in the club, y'all where the stage is
When we walk up in this bitch, they tuckin' chains in
Trackhawk on 26s, it got cat eyes
Hella water on my necklace, come get baptized
Nigga upped the F&N, knock his hat down
I fell off a couple times, now I'm back now
Yeah
Let that bitch ride
Mm, got another one
Yeah
Huh
Let me hear that shit
Th-Th-The Mechanics