Chainsmoker Lyrics

Country genius

Definitely what it is

Hey now

Boss, it's hip-hop boss

It's at the table

I told the bitch I'm getting pesos

Free the guys I'm showing love from the North Pole

Mmm, you can't talk without a bankroll

Only bad bitches leave you with the leftovers

This a two-seater, sweeter when the streets know ya

Put you in the air, nigga, I'm a chain smoker

Put it in the air, nigga, I'm a chain smoker

Fifty-fifty, my bitch

Better fall in line, no skipping

Me fall in love, you tripping

You don't think I was kiddin' with this pimping

Draco fully loaded with the pens

Full of explosives, boom

I got that blower, I got that blower

Better play with baking soda

Pull up on me, I'm a chain smoker

Better cut it out like a lawn mower

Train the bitch to a snow blower

She gon' suck the dick till she throw up

We shut shit down when we show up

Don't get mad, just pour up, pour up

My God, nigga, turn it up

My nigga, turn this thing up

And by the grace of God, we made it this far

And if we ever got a problem, I'm out of your car

Bossy, bossy

Bossy, skimmy, bossy

I ain't throw that hoe, I got that hoe

The nasty North

But I

Let it roll

This is too single, it's the perfect copy

Chains, boots

Boss this shit with bosses at the table

I told the bitch I'm getting pesos

Free the guys, I'm showing love from the North Pole

You can't talk without a bankroll

Only bad bitches leave you with the leftovers

This a two-seater, sweeter when the streets know ya

Put you in the air, nigga, I'm a chain smoker

Put it in the air, nigga, I'm a chain smoker

I'm a chain smoker

My God, nigga, turn it up

My nigga, turn this thing up

And by the grace of God, we made it this far

And if we ever got a problem, I'm out of your car

This a two-seater, it's the perfect copy