Chuckyy - 78 Freestyle (Official Visualizer)

Jacob
He does all these records
Got rich, got expensive habits
I don't even smoke niggas no more
I'm sitting here, I'm cooking
Uh
Uh
I ain't dropping ones
My legacy the hottest
Three or better
Stupid
Come here, where you going?
DOA, your mans got hit up, got cut by ten, can't go to the spittal
Brr
Suspect that all these niggas be dying in
Blood, man, sit back, chill a- Like shit
Run and chill
We stand over bait
You fall in the pot, that's a re-pitter-riddle
For real
Aim at Fox when I land in the A, got the cops
Sent down, tell the hoes gettin' near us
Gettin'- Got a bounce on the body of the Glock
And she changed both spring for near nubs
Near nubs
He rocking the century, bro can stay up
But don't go nigga interfering us
Come here, come here, come here
Hop in the McLaren and top off the roof, my watch keep chandelier-in'
See I'm a DM tryna come my way, I'ma
Put the little bitch on spiritual
That shit ain't happening
If I'm finna bang, you know I'm the captain
I'm the youngest and richest savage
Call my bluff, niggas know I ain't cappin'
No cap
Niggas do sneaky shit
I beat out the block same day, that little boy a fast one
We ain't talking no B, trying to look cool
Catch a nigga, add his ass to the collection
All right
Brr
Switch get to tweaking, this shit catch a B, then swap the weapon
Brr
In LA and Iraq, I don't give a fuck if
It's Japan, I'm turnin' up steppin'
Damn
762, We flip the town when we hit they block, leave they shit messy
Niggas beat a bro for savage, I'm
Touching so much green, feel like Messi
I'm talking 'bout the soccer player
Little boy, go get your weight up
Weight up
Every summer my mama told me get a job, I told my mama, "
Be patient." I be staring out the window, 45th penthouse, yelling
Out the window, "We made it." Every time a nigga talk down to
Santa, they ain't never hit the block when they rose spray raided
A lot of niggas think I wasn't lift off, I see the look on they faces
I lifted
Cutting niggas off the vines, be real
I ain't got no time for traitor
Ain't got no time for traitor
Every time a nigga think I'm getting
Low on fatigue, I step back, Dame him
I might look like a lick, but he reach for
This shit, I swear to God, lil' bro flame him
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Four, five, six, seven, eight
Oh, what the fuck was that?
Seven, eight
I'm going up
Seven, eight
Reres, murder rate
Fuck niggas better get the fuck out the way
Mm-mm-mm-mm
All right
Okay
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Brr
Switch song, get the fuck out the way
He ducking and diving, the nigga was running
So fast, think he had on pound skates
She say I'm cute, I hit from the back
Treat her like that, now I bust on her face
Mastermind, Audible pack
When I land in Iraq, finna put me to strike straight
I don't need no help, life's great
Bounced up, mama eight
Eight
They hate, I see in they face
Face
392 Just snatched the paint
I'm blazing woods back to back
Chilling with dank, boy, this shit stank
Smurk told me run them racks up, now
Every day I'm putting shit up in the bank
Little boy trying to keep up me, jumped
In two feet and that little boy a saint
Chuckity wack him, now Chucki the rapper
I really hop out, go clap him
Two switches when I'm riding in traffic
Ain't going out, see whatever could happen
I don't go back and forth, I just make
Sure this a pivot, this boy know magic
Poof
That nigga disappeared
He evaporated or something like that
Poof
Poof
Poof