Chernobyl
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โฑ๏ธ 2:29 duration
๐ ID: 93663
๐ Lyrics
I just need a little weed and a backrub
Dime piece with the D's in the bathtub
Wanna talk about beats?
Get your racks up
You don't wanna see when we act up,
Pull up, M3, better back up
Hold up, hold up, talk my shit
I got a hundred bad bitches and they all suck dick
I rolled a couple fat swishers and they all gettin' lit
Take another handful out the zip, lil' bitch I'm on 10
Pull up in a Benz with a girl and her friends
She can be a blond, brunette bitch, man whatevs
I don't really care, I'mma be the man till the motherfuckin' end
Backpack full of weed
Mix up the Bape with Supreme
Bitch I'm the best, no I cannot be beat
Fuck your whole set homie, fuck your whole team
All white whip, clean, something like chlorine
God damn, your lil' bitch fuckin' with me
She like my swagger, yeah, she like my steez'
Your mans' is a lame and I got what you need
Shawty I got what you need, yeah believe that
Flatscreen TV with the seat back
Likely find me where the weed at
It's like TNT when the beat slap
I pull up to the soiree smelling like gas
You know how I do
Hopped out the ride and my girl on fire
Getting high poolside like I'm used to
Got me thumbin' through a big band now
No handouts, did it all myself
Flow like Chernobyl, my shit top shelf
Got a big bankroll and an LV belt, aye
And we gon' sit up on the couch to this
Roll a blunt, fuck a bitch, blow an ounce to this
Do it all for the Cris and the Christian Dior
You ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors? Yeah
Coast to coast, I roast the most, it's dope
Flow is cold, no Osmosis Jones
Goin' pro, the wrist is ten below
Ralph Lauren and Tommy all I know
Yeah, fuckin' bitches, rock designer jeans
Off the ropes like WWE
Got model bitches tryna fuck with me
Rollin' weed to all apologies, like woah
New wheat Timbs with the blue jeans
Hopped out the S-Class Benz lookin' too clean
That's my friends with the groupies, rollin' doobies
Do you lil' bitch, I'mma do me
Dime piece with the D's in the bathtub
Wanna talk about beats?
Get your racks up
You don't wanna see when we act up,
Pull up, M3, better back up
Hold up, hold up, talk my shit
I got a hundred bad bitches and they all suck dick
I rolled a couple fat swishers and they all gettin' lit
Take another handful out the zip, lil' bitch I'm on 10
Pull up in a Benz with a girl and her friends
She can be a blond, brunette bitch, man whatevs
I don't really care, I'mma be the man till the motherfuckin' end
Backpack full of weed
Mix up the Bape with Supreme
Bitch I'm the best, no I cannot be beat
Fuck your whole set homie, fuck your whole team
All white whip, clean, something like chlorine
God damn, your lil' bitch fuckin' with me
She like my swagger, yeah, she like my steez'
Your mans' is a lame and I got what you need
Shawty I got what you need, yeah believe that
Flatscreen TV with the seat back
Likely find me where the weed at
It's like TNT when the beat slap
I pull up to the soiree smelling like gas
You know how I do
Hopped out the ride and my girl on fire
Getting high poolside like I'm used to
Got me thumbin' through a big band now
No handouts, did it all myself
Flow like Chernobyl, my shit top shelf
Got a big bankroll and an LV belt, aye
And we gon' sit up on the couch to this
Roll a blunt, fuck a bitch, blow an ounce to this
Do it all for the Cris and the Christian Dior
You ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors? Yeah
Coast to coast, I roast the most, it's dope
Flow is cold, no Osmosis Jones
Goin' pro, the wrist is ten below
Ralph Lauren and Tommy all I know
Yeah, fuckin' bitches, rock designer jeans
Off the ropes like WWE
Got model bitches tryna fuck with me
Rollin' weed to all apologies, like woah
New wheat Timbs with the blue jeans
Hopped out the S-Class Benz lookin' too clean
That's my friends with the groupies, rollin' doobies
Do you lil' bitch, I'mma do me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.34] I just need a little weed and a backrub
[00:16.42] Dime piece with the D's in the bathtub
[00:18.83] Wanna talk about beats?
[00:20.16] Get your racks up
[00:21.15] You don't wanna see when we act up,
[00:22.25] Pull up, M3, better back up
[00:23.90] Hold up, hold up, talk my shit
[00:25.56] I got a hundred bad bitches and they all suck dick
[00:27.40] I rolled a couple fat swishers and they all gettin' lit
[00:29.59] Take another handful out the zip, lil' bitch I'm on 10
[00:31.86] Pull up in a Benz with a girl and her friends
[00:34.08] She can be a blond, brunette bitch, man whatevs
[00:36.07] I don't really care, I'mma be the man till the motherfuckin' end
[00:38.92] Backpack full of weed
[00:40.22] Mix up the Bape with Supreme
[00:41.77] Bitch I'm the best, no I cannot be beat
[00:43.76] Fuck your whole set homie, fuck your whole team
[00:45.74] All white whip, clean, something like chlorine
[00:47.86] God damn, your lil' bitch fuckin' with me
[00:49.51] She like my swagger, yeah, she like my steez'
[00:51.76] Your mans' is a lame and I got what you need
[00:53.78] Shawty I got what you need, yeah believe that
[00:56.06] Flatscreen TV with the seat back
[00:57.95] Likely find me where the weed at
[01:00.13] It's like TNT when the beat slap
[01:02.14] I pull up to the soiree smelling like gas
[01:06.90] You know how I do
[01:08.58] Hopped out the ride and my girl on fire
[01:10.54] Getting high poolside like I'm used to
[01:12.50] Got me thumbin' through a big band now
[01:14.13] No handouts, did it all myself
[01:16.08] Flow like Chernobyl, my shit top shelf
[01:18.11] Got a big bankroll and an LV belt, aye
[01:20.16] And we gon' sit up on the couch to this
[01:21.85] Roll a blunt, fuck a bitch, blow an ounce to this
[01:24.16] Do it all for the Cris and the Christian Dior
[01:25.82] You ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors? Yeah
[01:28.35] Coast to coast, I roast the most, it's dope
[01:30.03] Flow is cold, no Osmosis Jones
[01:31.82] Goin' pro, the wrist is ten below
[01:33.94] Ralph Lauren and Tommy all I know
[01:35.90] Yeah, fuckin' bitches, rock designer jeans
[01:38.00] Off the ropes like WWE
[01:40.21] Got model bitches tryna fuck with me
[01:42.02] Rollin' weed to all apologies, like woah
[01:44.93] New wheat Timbs with the blue jeans
[01:46.69] Hopped out the S-Class Benz lookin' too clean
[01:48.58] That's my friends with the groupies, rollin' doobies
[01:50.87] Do you lil' bitch, I'mma do me
[01:55.05]
[00:16.42] Dime piece with the D's in the bathtub
[00:18.83] Wanna talk about beats?
[00:20.16] Get your racks up
[00:21.15] You don't wanna see when we act up,
[00:22.25] Pull up, M3, better back up
[00:23.90] Hold up, hold up, talk my shit
[00:25.56] I got a hundred bad bitches and they all suck dick
[00:27.40] I rolled a couple fat swishers and they all gettin' lit
[00:29.59] Take another handful out the zip, lil' bitch I'm on 10
[00:31.86] Pull up in a Benz with a girl and her friends
[00:34.08] She can be a blond, brunette bitch, man whatevs
[00:36.07] I don't really care, I'mma be the man till the motherfuckin' end
[00:38.92] Backpack full of weed
[00:40.22] Mix up the Bape with Supreme
[00:41.77] Bitch I'm the best, no I cannot be beat
[00:43.76] Fuck your whole set homie, fuck your whole team
[00:45.74] All white whip, clean, something like chlorine
[00:47.86] God damn, your lil' bitch fuckin' with me
[00:49.51] She like my swagger, yeah, she like my steez'
[00:51.76] Your mans' is a lame and I got what you need
[00:53.78] Shawty I got what you need, yeah believe that
[00:56.06] Flatscreen TV with the seat back
[00:57.95] Likely find me where the weed at
[01:00.13] It's like TNT when the beat slap
[01:02.14] I pull up to the soiree smelling like gas
[01:06.90] You know how I do
[01:08.58] Hopped out the ride and my girl on fire
[01:10.54] Getting high poolside like I'm used to
[01:12.50] Got me thumbin' through a big band now
[01:14.13] No handouts, did it all myself
[01:16.08] Flow like Chernobyl, my shit top shelf
[01:18.11] Got a big bankroll and an LV belt, aye
[01:20.16] And we gon' sit up on the couch to this
[01:21.85] Roll a blunt, fuck a bitch, blow an ounce to this
[01:24.16] Do it all for the Cris and the Christian Dior
[01:25.82] You ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors? Yeah
[01:28.35] Coast to coast, I roast the most, it's dope
[01:30.03] Flow is cold, no Osmosis Jones
[01:31.82] Goin' pro, the wrist is ten below
[01:33.94] Ralph Lauren and Tommy all I know
[01:35.90] Yeah, fuckin' bitches, rock designer jeans
[01:38.00] Off the ropes like WWE
[01:40.21] Got model bitches tryna fuck with me
[01:42.02] Rollin' weed to all apologies, like woah
[01:44.93] New wheat Timbs with the blue jeans
[01:46.69] Hopped out the S-Class Benz lookin' too clean
[01:48.58] That's my friends with the groupies, rollin' doobies
[01:50.87] Do you lil' bitch, I'mma do me
[01:55.05]