Let´s have a chit chat (Let´s have a chit chat)
Dramatic, nigga (D-D-Dramatic)

Life ain´t regular, the new 20-20 Hugh Hefner
In the future like a Jetson, hover scooters like a Vespa
Gotta guess, please attest, ask no questions
I´ma hit it, I´ma kill it, R.I.P., laid out on stretcher
Eat the vegetable, eco-friendly, might invest into a Tesla
Let it register, shit get spooky, word to Smooky MarGielaa

MarGielaa man, I ain´t with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli´ where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back
Got a lame nigga callin´, ´cause he want his bitch back

Damn

Run up on, I´ma give it right back
Three foreigns parked up, boy, you can´t afford that
Got some boomin´, in Margiela´s, five racks plus tax
Fake niggas always lookin´, why they get they movin´ like that?
Ayy, skrrt off with your shorty in a beamer
Say you lookin´ for her, I ain´t never seen her
Came from duckin´ felonies and misdemeanors
Ain´t wanna see us cappin´, down in big arenas
I´m big great, but I got an old demeanor
They wrong though, ´cause you know I keep my nina
Haters always hatin´, get no money, they can´t keep up

Stay up out my business, you should go and get your green up

MarGielaa man, I ain´t with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli´ where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back (Montana)
Got a lame nigga callin´, ´cause he want his bitch back
Damn (Haan)

Eight row road chain, on body beamers
South Bronx, Mona Lisa, anybody seen her
Montana, man, whip it up before I get back
Got a thing with me, wanna fuck? No chit chat (Haan)

Two-hundred bands, AP, baguette, wrist wrap
Yeah, taliban, rack top, niggas big cap
Yeah, marchin´ band, hundred rounds hangin´ off the chopper
2020 done, yeah, I finna light an opp up (Haan)
Word to them crabs on the island eatin´ lobster (Woo)
Straight to the back, she hold my dick like an Oscar (Ah)
Wait ´til you see it from the photo (Photo)
Shooter with me ridin´ with a sawed off (Sawed off)
I´ll never do my dawg like Manolo
Paparazzi pay a hunnid bands for the photo
I was spinnin´ block, blow the top off your coupe
Might take a man, MarGielaa man what it do?

MarGielaa man, I ain´t with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli´ where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back
Got a lame nigga callin´, ´cause he want his bitch back
Damn

Gangsta Grillz
Too late (Too late)
Took your bitch to Paris like Mason Martin
T-ha-ha
(Woo, woo, woo, set)