2 Chainz (tity Boi) - Chirp lyrics

Yeah man, you know I just gotta get this ship off my chest, I do, I do I'm tired of it, I'm sayin' this sh** all the time Like n***as takin' the style, n***as takin' everything a n***a do I'm 'bout to get an alarm for my sh** n***a get close to my sh**, I'm puttin' a chirp on that sh** sh** gon' go off on n***as Brr brr! You know what I'm sayin'? Try to take my style, n***a, brr brr Try to take my b**h, n***a, brr brr Damn, try to take my swag, n***a, brr brr Yeah, try to take my bag, n***a, brr brr Yeah, try to hit my gas, n***a, brr brr Thumbin' through the cash, n***a, brr brr Thousand dollar pants, n***a, brr brr sh**, try to take my dance, n***a, brr brr I got Bloods in Savannah I got Crips on Old National On your ho like a fashion Pinky ring on Alaska Illest n***a in Nebraska n***a fake like wrastlin' Got cash or plastic Big cash, cappin' Six Flags, lotta rides Turn the beat to a homicide Microphone look mortified Lyrical bullets is a .45 I'm doin' 75 on the 75 85 off of 85 200 on 285 None of my cars take 89 Down to get money any time Life a b**h with no panty line Us versus the other squad Stash spot is my boxer shorts Just stickin' to the protocol Weed smellin' like underarm Turn you s**ers into bubblegum Try to take my style, n***a, brr brr Try to take my b**h, n***a, brr brr Damn, try to take my swag, n***a, brr brr Yeah, try to take my bag, n***a, brr brr Yeah, try to hit my gas, n***a, brr brr Thumbin' through the cash, n***a, brr brr Thousand dollar pants, n***a, brr brr sh**, try to take my dance, n***a, brr brr I just might stand on the car Stand on the wall Logos on my bag Logo on my scarf Yeah I met her tonight f** her tomorrow You know how we are You know who we are Yeah the trap is my workplace You know I came from a hurt place Had to reverse it to first place To father, hustler in first place And I said word for word I usually smoke at work I either smirk or flirt Took it from hard to vert I got some word to off Them b**hes bumpin' soft Young n***as stealin' sauce I'm tryna drill 'em off I'm tryna k** this off I bring the women out I'm 'bout to build a house Then I'ma rent it out, woah! Try to take my style, n***a, brr brr Try to take my b**h, n***a, brr brr Damn, try to take my swag, n***a, brr brr Yeah, try to take my bag, n***a, brr brr Yeah, try to hit my gas, n***a, brr brr Thumbin' through the cash, n***a, brr brr Thousand dollar pants, n***a, brr brr sh**, try to take my dance, n***a, brr brr You already know that's me though, stay drenched Every time you see me, I'm drenched I'm the freshest n***a in the room, you dig what I'm sayin'? I'm soaked, uh We gon' need some wet floor signs in here, people, please It's the drench god, we don't want nobody to fall Slip up on this sauce, mane