Chariot (feat. Meek Mill, Lil Durk & Young Thug)

P-P-Papamitrou, boy
 Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
 I fell in love with the game and I married it
 Two hundred thou' for the walk on a Saturday
 I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today
 Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot
 Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various
 I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity
 Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy
 I'm from the trenches where I had to get it
 I'm so used to trappin', I get it and flip it
 I know that you be actin', I know you ain't with it
 Bro, throw me the package, I wrap it and flip it
 They say I got money so I'm actin' different
 Get it by my lonely, so I never listen
 Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
 Just leave me alone, I'm handlin' business
 Work hard, I gotta get it (I gotta get it)
 Trap hard, we in the kitchen
 Diamonds so cold, light even bend
 And my niggas don't fold, they never bendin'
 Took a loss, but shit happens, I get it
 With the bosses, I'm payin' attention
 Told that bitch I ain't wastin' no time
 So, no, I can't wait, not a minute
 And I pray to the Lord for better days
 I'm flexin' hard like a heavyweight
 Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel face
 Got this .30 on me, make 'em run away, yeah
 Bitch, I'm gettin' paid
 I was in the trap whippin' shit like a slave
 Can't put trust in these bitches, these bitches changed
 On the block with them niggas, was goin' insane, yeah
 I ain't come to play
 Can't fuck with lil' shawty, she in the way (You in the way)
 No time to waste
 Gotta get to this money, I'm runnin' late, yeah (I'm runnin' late)
 Better keep a K
 Boy, these bullets get drawn like anime
 I'ma hop in that foreign and do the race
 Yeah, I got the Bentley, Meek got the Wraith, yeah
 Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
 I fell in love with the game and I married it
 Two hundred thou' for the walk on a Saturday
 I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today
 Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot
 Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various
 I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity
 Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy
 Woo, ayy
 Fuck on a private jet
 Then he hop in his 'Gatti with a jet motor (Rrt)
 Ayy, I just had bought out the plug
 I got enough drugs to never be sober, yeah
 I can't hop in with a scrub
 I don't carry dubs in none of my clothin', yeah
 I told this bitch to cool off
 She was overexcited 'bout my golds, yeah, uh (Woo)
 Choke on the beans, I'm fuckin' her friend
 They doin' my chores, yeah
 He fresh out the can and I gave him a wifey
 Nigga, that's yours, yeah (No cap)
 I sleep with a K and a couple grenades
 I'm ready for war, yeah
 Nipsey blue Range Rover SVR
 Racks in the safe, I stack it like Lays
 My diamonds all colors like a gay parade (Woo)
 Go on your bitch, I could've just laid
 But I alley-oop'd to my homie, he ate (He just scored)
 I cooked that fishscale, he slimed out the plate
 Got 52 watches and I still come in late
 You a sassy bitch, but I don't go on dates
 Diamonds canary, stone lemon cakes
 Show me attention when I'm in your city
 I'm so used to fuckin' on all of your bitches
 They wanna fuck us and they know that we pimpin'
 Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the fifty, yeah
 I work the backstreets in all of the cities
 Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah
 Skydweller get wet as Pacific
 I ain't sold a drug, but my wrist on the chicken, yeah (Woo, woo)
 Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
 I fell in love with the game and I married it
 Two hundred thou' for the walk on a Saturday
 I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today
 Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot
 Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various
 I 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 serious
 I got out of jail and I fucked on her period
 I know they racist, Gucci interior
 Came from a corner to ownin' my cereal
 Meek, we don't need a stylist
 Percs, weed, even my balance
 Alexander McQueen Margielas (Yeah)
 I kill in the streets, you tellin' (Skrrt)
 Don't run, don't run
 Make it home to my son (To my son)
 I be with killers who kill other killers
 I'm hangin' with Von
 You'd rather buy the bitches back
 I'd rather give a new house to my mom
 Some niggas rather pray to the Bible
 When I converted, I pray with my palms
 See, 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 peers
 Fresh out of Jeffrey's, I hop on the Lear
 Grippin' that .40, not talkin' a beer
 Flawless the diamonds, I boog out the ear
 Bentley do wheelies, I pop it in gear
 Eight in my cup when I'm walkin' through, clear
 Mm-mm-mm-mm, this lifestyle
 Man, that X is fuckin' my pupil
 Just turn these lights down
 I'm just a wild, wild boy
 Chopper ridin' 'round for him
 I need my mils like Meek
 I'm a thug like Thug and and Cal, Calboy
 Fresh 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 oh
 Mm-mm, uh oh
 Mm-mm, uh oh