Chirp - 2 Chainz

Yeah man, you know

I just gotta get this shit off my chest, I do, I do

I’m tired of it, I’m sayin' this shit all the time

Like niggas takin' the style, niggas takin' everything a nigga do

I’m 'bout to get an alarm for my shit

Nigga get close to my shit, I’m puttin' a chirp on that shit

Shit gon' go off on niggas

Brr brr!

You dig what I’m sayin'?

Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr

Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr

Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr

Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr

Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr

Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr

I got Bloods in Savannah

I got Crips on Old National

On your ho like a fashion

Pinky ring on Alaska

Illest nigga in Nebraska

Nigga 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 bitch 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 suckers into bubblegum

Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr

Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr

Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr

Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr

Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr

Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, 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

Fuck 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 bitches bumpin' soft

Young niggas stealin' sauce

I’m tryna drill 'em off

I’m tryna kill 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, nigga, brr brr

Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr

Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr

Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr

Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr

Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr

You already know that’s me though, stay drenched

Every time you see me, I’m drenched

I’m the freshest nigga 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