Chance The Rapper - Mixtape (DJ Critical Hype 2 Beat Blend) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio My b**h do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third Drought, third Carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And yeah, my momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots [Segue] [Verse 2: Young Thug] Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these b**hes gon' f** off respect and that loyalty All my b**hes lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, babe oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it The racks I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they f** all these cats on your slime dog I got me some rings like I'm Bruce Bowen I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul [Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug] I'm the only n***a still care about mixtapes I'm the only n***a still care about mixtapes Chance the motherf**ing rapper!