Chuuwee - Vicarious lyrics

[Hook: Chuuwee] n***as think I'm rich and so I tote a strap Walk around with the tre pound in my backpack n***as think I'm faking and its only rap Till I have to lay a n***a down where he stand at [Verse 1: Chuuwee] You live vicariously thru my whole music library It's, scary how scary you is you lil terrier Your bite to small to be tryna take it there wit us You would hit the cell and get f**ed in yo derriere Peach Peary washed down like Perrier While I drink straight no chase from a fans fair She hella thick no wonder why I got my hands where The sun don't shine I'm bout to be there for a half year Ya'll all p**y and I'm paying for the papsmere Colin checkin n***as for they Rolex I cashed in Front doors locked down windows get bashed in Call up yo squad tell em bring some more rations Make sure that they make it in a semi-urgent fashion There may not be nobody left to save once we blast sh** It's our year, this year next and last year Aw yea, 3 s*uts they brought hash here [Hook: Chuuwee] n***as think I'm rich and so I tote a strap Walk around with the tre pound in my backpack n***as think I'm faking and its only rap Till I have to lay a n***a down where he stand at [Verse 2: Trizz] n***as actin shady, n***as tryna play me These n***as is fugazy, I tell u it's f**in crazy These n***as hate me cuz they ain't me and they lazy I get it how I live. I'm prolly faded in AZ Shout out to college radio its love cuz they play me But I ain't doin sh** if them muthaf**as don't pay me I'm bought a dollar and I get it cuz have to It's nothin to get atchu, I'll hire n***as to jack u Ain't spend sh** for these tattoos It's all real n***a, no payment for when u that dude f** ya'll yea I'm that rude, That cool Smokin wit my lady we faded up in the back room Pistol on me, cuz some n***as wanna smoke me Claim to be the homie them n***as don't even know me b**h get on yo knees and stop hatin trick blow me Send u to the gates like my n***as in the show me [Hook: Chuuwee] n***as think I'm rich and so I tote a strap Walk around with the tre pound in my backpack n***as think I'm faking and its only rap Till I have to lay a n***a down where he stand at