Chariot – Calboy – letras

P-P-Papamitrou, boyFresh out the trap and they know how I carry iti fell in love with the game and I married itTwo hundred thou’ for the walk on a SaturdayI threw the wrap on the Phantom, it’s matte todayPushin’ that bitch through the ‘jects like a chariotDiamonds on diamonds, they comin’ in variousI gave that bitch $20, 000 for charityCounted me out and I’m back, and I’m havin’ it, ayyI’m from the trenches where I had to get itI’m so used to trappin’, I get it and flip itI know that you be actin’, I know you ain’t with itBro, throw me the package, I wrap it and flip itThey say I got money so I’m actin’ differentGet it by my lonely, so I never listenStay callin’ my phone, this lil’ bitch, she trippin’Just leave me alone, I’m handlin’ businessWork hard, I gotta get it (I gotta get it)Trap hard, we in the kitchenDiamonds so cold, light even bendAnd my niggas don’t fold, they never bendin’Took a loss, but shit happens, I get itWith the bosses, I’m payin’ attentionTold that bitch I ain’t wastin’ no timeSo, no, I can’t wait, not a minuteAnd I pray to the Lord for better daysI’m flexin’ hard like a heavyweightSpent some racks and I bust down the bezel faceGot this. 30 on me, make ’em run away, yeahBitch, I’m gettin’ paidI was in the trap whippin’ shit like a slaveCan’t put trust in these bitches, these bitches changedOn the block with them niggas, was goin’ insane, yeahI ain’t come to playCan’t fuck with lil’ shawty, she in the way (You in the way)No time to wasteGotta get to this money, I’m runnin’ late, yeah (I’m runnin’ late)Better keep a KBoy, these bullets get drawn like animeI’ma hop in that foreign and do the raceYeah, I got the Bentley, Meek got the Wraith, yeahFresh out the trap and they know how I carry itI fell in love with the game and I married itTwo hundred thou’ for the walk on a SaturdayI threw the wrap on the Phantom, it’s matte todayPushin’ that bitch through the ‘jects like a chariotDiamonds on diamonds, they comin’ in variousI gave that bitch $20, 000 for charityCounted me out and I’m back, and I’m havin’ it, ayyWoo, ayyFuck on a private jetThen he hop in his ‘Gatti with a jet motor (Rrt)Ayy, I just had bought out the plugI got enough drugs to never be sober, yeahI can’t hop in with a scrubI don’t carry dubs in none of my clothin’, yeahI told this bitch to cool offShe was overexcited ’bout my golds, yeah, uh (Woo)Choke on the beans, I’m fuckin’ her friendThey doin’ my chores, yeahHe fresh out the can and I gave him a wifeyNigga, that’s yours, yeah (No cap)I sleep with a K and a couple grenadesI’m ready for war, yeahNipsey blue Range Rover SvrRacks in the safe, I stack it like LaysMy diamonds all colors like a gay parade (Woo)Go on your bitch, I could’ve just laidBut I alley-oop’d to my homie, he ate (He just scored)I cooked that fishscale, he slimed out the plateGot 52 watches and I still come in lateYou a sassy bitch, but I don’t go on datesDiamonds canary, stone lemon cakesShow me attention when I’m in your cityI’m so used to fuckin’ on all of your bitchesThey wanna fuck us and they know that we pimpin’Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the fifty, yeahI work the backstreets in all of the citiesYes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeahSkydweller get wet as PacificI ain’t sold a drug, but my wrist on the chicken, yeah (Woo, woo)Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry itI fell in love with the game and I married itTwo hundred thou’ for the walk on a SaturdayI threw the wrap on the Phantom, it’s matte todayPushin’ that bitch through the ‘jects like a chariotDiamonds on diamonds, they comin’ in variousI gave that bitch $20, 000 for charity (Yeah, yeah)Counted me out and I’m back, and I’m havin’ it, ayy (Yeah, yeah)Look at my clarity, my diamonds is seriousI got out of jail and I fucked on her periodI know they racist, Gucci interiorCame from a corner to ownin’ my cerealMeek, we don’t need a stylistPercs, weed, even my balanceAlexander Mcqueen Margielas (Yeah)I kill in the streets, you tellin’ (Skrrt)Don’t run, don’t runMake it home to my son (To my son)I be with killers who kill other killersI’m hangin’ with VonYou’d rather buy the bitches backI’d rather give a new house to my momSome niggas rather pray to the BibleWhen I converted, I pray with my palmsSee, keepin’ my Glock when I’m in the field (Gang)Hop in the Track and I burn out the wheels (Skrrt)I fuck with the gangsters, don’t fuck with my peersFresh out of Jeffrey’s, I hop on the LearGrippin’ that. 40, not talkin’ a beerFlawless the diamonds, I boog out the earBentley do wheelies, I pop it in gearEight in my cup when I’m walkin’ through, clearMm-mm-mm-mm, this lifestyleMan, that X is fuckin’ my pupilJust turn these lights downI’m just a wild, wild boyChopper ridin’ ’round for himI need my mils like MeekI’m a thug like Thug and and Cal, CalboyFresh out the trap and they know how I carry it (Trappin’)I fell in love with the game and I married it (Trappin’)Two hundred thou’ for the walk on a Saturday (Uh)I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it’s matte today (Oh)Pushin’ that bitch through the ‘jects like a chariot (Yeah)Diamonds on diamonds, they comin’ in various (Clear)I gave that bitch $20, 000 for charity (Gave the bitch)Counted me out and I’m back, and I’m havin’ it, ayy (Uh oh)Mm-mm, uh ohMm-mm, uh ohMm-mm, uh oh