Isaiah Rashad - Chad lyrics

(feat. YGTUT) Yeah, yeah If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes My new whips look so related, my old b*tch was overrated If you pop that pill, remember, ni**as fold like huns and fifties If you on that cup, remember, ni**as fold like- When I'm working the Ave., it's ash and fire inside the whip When I'm done, I'ma pass around the cash, go buy some more If I hit the lil' gas and crash and die, who down to smoke? When I'm working the Ave., it's ash and fire inside it (Ayy) Dirty ni**a got soul like enzyme Snuck two pounds on the inside (fu*k with it), ayy Trapping out the Mapco (Mapco), ayy Serving out the Chevron (Chevron) Little ni**a got caught with the heron Dog food and a word to my canines Heard a ni**a got popped with the A-Rod (Yeah) Running to the state line (Yeah) I just put a blades on a bulletproof Range, I could cripple Liu Kang, it's on-on Via that drank, I ain't feeling my face, I ain't feeling no pain, it's on-on Baby, calm down, lemme deal with that stress on top of your head, yeah Baby, calm down, can you handle that high? Can you handle yourself? It's on-on If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes My new whips look so related, my old b*tch was overrated If you pop that pill, remember, ni**as fold like huns and fifties If you on that cup, remember, ni**as fold like- If they talking about cash wassam, I'm down, they down, let's go I been moving my stash around 'cause opps is watching I ain't breaking my back, I'm lac, I'm lax, wassam, it's cool I been moving my stash around 'cause opps is watching Count it up mane, gotta mount it up man, take a look at this sh*t, it's on-on Hop in that drop, gotta kick in that box, put a click on that a stick, it's on-on Baby, come down, lemme deal with that stress on top of your head, yeah Baby, come down, can you handle that high? Can you handle yourself? It's on-on If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes If I wasn't rapping, baby If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes My new whips look so related, my old b*tch was overrated If you pop that pill, remember, ni**as fold like huns and fifties If you on that cup, remember, ni**as fold like- You got a gun, what you gon' do? What you gon' do with it? What you gon' do with it? What you gon' do with it, b*tch? I'm not worried about that gun, b*tch, you will get blown-