Lil Chronie - Birth Of A Prodigy
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Bitch, I am a prodigy
I'm takin' over the world and I'm makin' this cash
Like shit was Monopoly
All of these bands in my pockets be weighin' me down
Like I'm winnin' the lottery
If I catch a pussy fella Talkin' sweet on me
We givin' lobotomies
Bitch, don't you talk down on me
Ay, Bustin out all my chains like I'm Django
You know that Lil Chronie the goat
I'ma go ahead and creep on all of your bitches Socials
I'm likin' her posts
All of the bitches who think that they hard
Really just be reusing my flow
Got a brand new tennis chain on the wrist, I'm the motherfucking goat
We Hit 'em then go, we do not lose, we stealin' your shoes
Wе takin' 'em straight off them toes
Yеah they gotta go, I'm takin' a cruise
My hittas don't do shit for show
These bitches be triflin', expecting my Millie's
They still be the ratchetest hoes, I'm finna
Put yo ass inside a ditch, so ain't nobody know
My shottas was raised in the street, had no food to eat
They mamas accepting defeat
But none of that stoppin' me, I be the legacy
I'm coutin' Millies, I'm just 17
I been up inside the park, I'm catchin you lackin'
My goons they be helpin' me creep
I'm sippin' all of this codiene, the shit it ran through me
Unzip my pants takin' a leak
All them bitches ask me chronie, "why you fuckin' did that"
Then I ask 'em "what, you want the Bentley or that Maybach", she
Always tryna fuck me, so I pull that fuckin' weave back, She
Suck so fuckin' good she got me askin' "where yo teeth at"?
Bitch, I am a prodigy
I'm takin' over the world and I'm makin' this cash
Like shit was Monopoly
All of these bands in my pockets be weighin' me down
Like I'm winnin' the lottery
If I catch a pussy fella Talkin' sweet on me
We givin' lobotomies
Bitch, don't you talk down on me
Ay, Bustin out all my chains like I'm Django
You know that Lil Chronie the goat
I'ma go ahead and creep on all of your bitches Socials
I'm likin' her posts
All of the bitches who think that they hard
Really just be reusing my flow
Got a brand new tennis chain on the wrist, I'm the motherfucking goat
Bread loaf hittin her up, mommy cling to my dick
She done played with ma balls like that shit was tennis
How do these hoes be the same as my switch?
One be scratched on the code, other scratched on the wrist
Lin is my twin, but I don't fuck with Wren
Ain't no place in my city that I've never been
I live in the sewers like my name Truman
The following bars will be for Willie Ben
How you talkin' shit on chronie, You ain't got no fuckin' friends
You ain't never wash that shirt, the collared Kirkwood one that's red
You ain't fuckin' with no tens, you got no hoes inside your bed
In fact, you've been inside my basement
In a gimp suit, Pulp Fiction
We was at Alibi, cookin up alibis
Askin her is you coming to the match?
Andy's, Acura, Audi, Cadillac
Chill on my block, you gone get your ass wacked
K.R.P be a set of the crips, don't gotta blick
Gotta pole on my hip
You ain't from the hood, boy you ain't knowin' shit
Rippin' the trig' 'til I'm hearin' it click
Bitch, I am a prodigy
I'm takin' over the world and I'm makin' this cash
Like shit was Monopoly
All of these bands in my pockets be weighin' me down
Like I'm winnin' the lottery
If I catch a pussy fella Talkin' sweet on me
We givin' lobotomies
Bitch, don't you talk down on me
Ay, Bustin out all my chains like I'm Django
You know that Lil Chronie the goat
I'ma go ahead and creep on all of your bitches Socials
I'm likin' her posts
All of the bitches who think that they hard
Really just be reusing my flow
Got a brand new tennis chain on the wrist, I'm the motherfucking goat
I'm takin' over the world and I'm makin' this cash
Like shit was Monopoly
All of these bands in my pockets be weighin' me down
Like I'm winnin' the lottery
If I catch a pussy fella Talkin' sweet on me
We givin' lobotomies
Bitch, don't you talk down on me
Ay, Bustin out all my chains like I'm Django
You know that Lil Chronie the goat
I'ma go ahead and creep on all of your bitches Socials
I'm likin' her posts
All of the bitches who think that they hard
Really just be reusing my flow
Got a brand new tennis chain on the wrist, I'm the motherfucking goat
We Hit 'em then go, we do not lose, we stealin' your shoes
Wе takin' 'em straight off them toes
Yеah they gotta go, I'm takin' a cruise
My hittas don't do shit for show
These bitches be triflin', expecting my Millie's
They still be the ratchetest hoes, I'm finna
Put yo ass inside a ditch, so ain't nobody know
My shottas was raised in the street, had no food to eat
They mamas accepting defeat
But none of that stoppin' me, I be the legacy
I'm coutin' Millies, I'm just 17
I been up inside the park, I'm catchin you lackin'
My goons they be helpin' me creep
I'm sippin' all of this codiene, the shit it ran through me
Unzip my pants takin' a leak
All them bitches ask me chronie, "why you fuckin' did that"
Then I ask 'em "what, you want the Bentley or that Maybach", she
Always tryna fuck me, so I pull that fuckin' weave back, She
Suck so fuckin' good she got me askin' "where yo teeth at"?
Bitch, I am a prodigy
I'm takin' over the world and I'm makin' this cash
Like shit was Monopoly
All of these bands in my pockets be weighin' me down
Like I'm winnin' the lottery
If I catch a pussy fella Talkin' sweet on me
We givin' lobotomies
Bitch, don't you talk down on me
Ay, Bustin out all my chains like I'm Django
You know that Lil Chronie the goat
I'ma go ahead and creep on all of your bitches Socials
I'm likin' her posts
All of the bitches who think that they hard
Really just be reusing my flow
Got a brand new tennis chain on the wrist, I'm the motherfucking goat
Bread loaf hittin her up, mommy cling to my dick
She done played with ma balls like that shit was tennis
How do these hoes be the same as my switch?
One be scratched on the code, other scratched on the wrist
Lin is my twin, but I don't fuck with Wren
Ain't no place in my city that I've never been
I live in the sewers like my name Truman
The following bars will be for Willie Ben
How you talkin' shit on chronie, You ain't got no fuckin' friends
You ain't never wash that shirt, the collared Kirkwood one that's red
You ain't fuckin' with no tens, you got no hoes inside your bed
In fact, you've been inside my basement
In a gimp suit, Pulp Fiction
We was at Alibi, cookin up alibis
Askin her is you coming to the match?
Andy's, Acura, Audi, Cadillac
Chill on my block, you gone get your ass wacked
K.R.P be a set of the crips, don't gotta blick
Gotta pole on my hip
You ain't from the hood, boy you ain't knowin' shit
Rippin' the trig' 'til I'm hearin' it click
Bitch, I am a prodigy
I'm takin' over the world and I'm makin' this cash
Like shit was Monopoly
All of these bands in my pockets be weighin' me down
Like I'm winnin' the lottery
If I catch a pussy fella Talkin' sweet on me
We givin' lobotomies
Bitch, don't you talk down on me
Ay, Bustin out all my chains like I'm Django
You know that Lil Chronie the goat
I'ma go ahead and creep on all of your bitches Socials
I'm likin' her posts
All of the bitches who think that they hard
Really just be reusing my flow
Got a brand new tennis chain on the wrist, I'm the motherfucking goat
