Bubba Chuck (feat. Stove God Cooks)

Ayo, every other second, fiends knockin' at the door
 All you heard was Valentino screechin' on the floor
 Hangin' out the 458 with the .44
 Seen Flee up the block, the nigga hollered, lord, lord (Lord, lord)
 Banana clip out the MAC-10, my niggas score more
 Floor seats, watchin' LeBron, I left the fourth quarter
 Johnny Dang neck, spent a quarter on water, uh
 Balenciaga bucket, meet the black Tom Sawyer, uh
 Ten minutes before lockdown, grab the Goya', uh
 Kinky fuckin' gook, I'm upstairs fuckin' Toya, uh
 Poured up the middle, Bubba Chuck for the Hoyas, uh
 Blew his head off
 Crack the safe for the lawyer, uh
 Fendi from the booster, high point with the booler, uh
 Makin' Salaat with twenty shooters next Jumu'ah, uh
 Next shot, Joe Dumars, uh
 Ayo, from the three, all net
 Isaiah Thomas
 Fashion Week, me and Kim Jones with the chopper
 Dice game, Saint Laurent down, pulled out the whopper
 Who you be, walkin' on water, I be the opulent (I be the opulent)
 Left wrist, right wrist, I better lock this shit
 Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
 Ferrari with the roof up
 You niggas talk too much (Talk too fuckin' much)
 A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)
 Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
 Ferrari with the roof up (The roof up)
 You niggas talk too much (Talk too fuckin' much)
 A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)
 Rick Owens trench, touch the hem
 Stove God, I cleanse the kilo of his sins (Hallelujah)
 Holy water in the pot, spin, I'm locked in
 The last blocks that landed
 They stamped 'em with John Lennon face
 Only blue notes, my young boy got us up like two more
 I seen him shoot seven left handed, Toni Kukoč
 Cocaine Moses, I part the ocean
 Drive a whole brick through in the Lotus
 These niggas bogus
 Wockhardt in the cream soda
 Versace cap and gown, I got a water whip diploma
 Whatever charges they throw at you, better hold 'em
 Couldn't afford his case
 I guess he'd rather fight his way up out a coma
 Shoot the building, stash box built in
 She said the runway for her, but I keep you filled in
 Shit, I'm on my way to close a deal
 If Columbus could steal land, bitch
 We can steal land (We can steal land)
 Drop top came with the bees like Candyman
 Parked outside the Waldorf Historia
 Bangin' half a mil', countin' half a mil', it's glorious (This shit is glorious)
 Long way from bundles of boy inside of the foreign
 Dope fiends' arms tied up like Ultimate Warrior
 I put a stove in the studio
 Whip it, then I no look, dish it like Ricky Rubio (Like Ricky Rubio)
 I'm 'bout to buy a hundred shares of Hulu
 Magic with the chickens, we doin' voodoo
 We gon' be filthy rich, we make it through these nine exits
 Balenciaga Tyrexes, flexin', Stove
 Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
 Ferrari with the roof up
 You niggas talk too much (Talk too fuckin' much)
 A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)
 Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
 Ferrari with the roof up (The roof up)
 You niggas talk too much (Talk too fuckin' much)
 A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)