Highway 66 - Da$h, Chynna

Young never been dumb, hunnit round drum

Feeling like the Iron Sheik

Global gang, fast money made man

Bitch we the secret society

Young niggas, hammers twice they age

And I know that they gon' ride for me

I could get you wacked for a quarter P

I make the right call and you gon' die for free

Who the fuck you niggas thought it was

D-O-double-L-A, robbing all the plugs

Mami with me, saying fuck her with the slugs

So I’m drugging and thugging, sinning and winning

I’m paid for speaking english, you would think I passed

Chewing on these flats, burning up this gas

Drinking on this mud, thinking will I last

Why I’m moving fast, getting to this cash

Still with that action

I still get it bracking, I’m still really macking

I still get it popping

I’m still on that block, going broke is no option

Still got that work

Its 8th letter 'til dirt, niggas going berserk

We got it for cheap

Niggas fuck with the squad, you be dead in a week

You wanna tell me the definition of real rap

And differentiate trill rap and drill rap

If I left it up to you niggas, you prolly kill rap

You could thank your guardian angels that Chizzy still rap

Cause niggas needing more then some helping hands

Whole bunch of yes men, lying to you, fronting on the next man

Knowing damn well that’s they best man

Back an fourth an round an round an never was your goddamn

Let me sip this chamomile and chill

Getting turnt up, still all indecisive 'bout the pills

Feeling burnt out, wishing that another bitch would

Or her nigga will, acting like they really in the field

Fuck you to do when they don’t keep it real

Tell me what the deal fool, tell me how you feel

Cause I’m feeling shade, they ask me about the moves I make

And my pocket change (tell me 'bout yo pocket change, nigga)

Is it cause I copped an ounce, then I rolled an eighth

Then I sold a half, sold a dime of shake

Stayed away from weight, gained some weight

Never stopped for breaks, when it’s fuck the cake

Fuck you saying, counting bands, selling Xans with my mans

As it stands, I’m the plug should you need one

Niggas on the 'gram selling grams, you should see them

Shit is like a rerun, now they screaming «free them heathens»

Never any better, on my carpe diem