[Verse 1: Chessie B]
I'm that one with the buds
I'm the one with the homies that be having fun
I'm the kid on the back street
With the fat heat, finna better run like athletes
I'm that kid, I'm that kid
My college fund account got five figures
I'm that kid on the block
Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the clock
Uh, you that kid on the low-low
You're the one, you're the one that be talkin' to the ghost hoes
I see a Porsche sittin' on Forgi's
Yall can't afford these
The Panamera sittin' on the 9-11
I call my homies not 9-11
I'm the kid with the juice
But I'll never screw my friends over like Pac did
[Hook: Chessie B]
b**h, who do you love?
b**h, who do you love?
b**h, who do you love?
b**h, who do you love?
[Verse 2: dogo7]
I got a friend named Chessie B
His girl the Land of Bogga and now you know the deal
We turnt up on the TV late night
That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight
OVO crew, man, thought I told you
If you a player in the game , this should hold you
And man shout my bro Da Jett he just rolled through
Eatin' crab out in Malibu with no boo
A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game
Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game
They got money that they jumpin' in the school to make
Hit the throttle, took a flight to the golden state
I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight
Had to leave my people, homie got an open case
But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south
So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out
And my name too big, and my gang too big
Snazzy Llama, dogo7, Chessie B too big
Imma crush that up even if it ain't too big
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big
[Hook: dogo7]