Verse 1:
Mind hairy, money tall as f**. Call me Chewbacca
I don't want to listen any Chuck, give me some Waka
"JFK" kind of flopped, I blame it on Jimmy Hoffa
It's a race, I'm a big fat rat like Mickey's poppa
f** the race, I've been in the back. Sharpen the teeth. I'm skinning you cats
Running the game, going up in the chain and I will hara**ing your b**hes in fact
H.E.M.I.N.G.W. A.Y, is that f**ing dude bugging you, huh?
Mr. Hemingway coming through, ugh. Earning my bucks, who the f** are you
Rolling me in Bohan, going bowling with Roman
Bellic it's getting hectic but, check it, I come from Poland
I'm blowing up in London, there's only one thing that I'm hoping
I wanna get a f**ing feature from Sweden, shout-outs to Young Lean
Shout-outs to Pauline, uhm, I was just wondering
If you wanna get married, "goddamn it, Filip, you're drunk again"
Wake up next day, head broke again. Trying to roll a cigarette, man, f** the wind
No cash, cause I spent most of it. Was it even worth it, man, it must've been
Chorus:
I'm Chewbacca. Crossbow, top shotta
I'm Chewbacca on these bombaclots
I'm Chewbaca. Crossbow at the copper
What am I doing? I just drank a lot
I'm screaming:
Goddamn. You motherf**er, you
X3
Verse 2:
I'm Chewie, see, put the Louie in Louis V
And I'm saying shout-outs to C.K, he's saying like "who is he"?
When I was seventeen on a rooftop in BK, I truly dreamed
Of becoming a freaking MC, I'm rapping now, holy sh**
These rappers annoying
Me and the mic, like Chandler and Joey
Look at my balls, they're dangling, boy
I'm marrying Perry and strangling Zoey
You f**ers are cute
Feeling like Biggie so gimme the loot
f** all your parties and popping the mollies
My mommy just brought up some broccoli soup
All you blind f**s is Mrs Patmore
Peep this, how 'bout you tweet less and rap more
Jeez. If I was rich like Croesus and Macklemore
I think that I would buy me a dream at Yeezy's rap store
Maybe like a bottle of wine
Or two, three, four, you know I think a dozen is fine
A pack of cigarettes, you know I haven't smoked for some time
I got a message from a fan, f** it, I'm not replying
You know why? 'I'm a diva. f** rap, playing FIFA
I do a show f** off to Tenerifa
All you f**ers eat your hearts out like Khaleesi's beef
I plant the seed in the game like I harvest Amber Khalifa
Chorus:
I'm Chewbacca. Crossbow, top shotta
I'm Chewbacca on these bombaclots
I'm Chewbaca. Crossbow at the copper
What am I doing? I just drank a lot
I'm screaming:
"Goddamn. You motherf**er, you!"
X3
Verse 3:
Drink something and I'm a Wookie
Only though my only mixtape flopped, I'm not a rookie
I can almost hear hateful your thoughts like I was Sookie
Do a Vik, bet the dead guy will win, go call your bookie
Earl flow, and the lips kinda fat, I'm not as ugly
Face always IDGAF, like I was Droopy
Stole the thunder, got banned, got back I got a new key
'Finna start a f**ing cool a** cult, like Captain Murphy
Taco Hems, go and run tell your friends, I'm out-this-worldly
Cancerous, like the Lump is my Kin, shout out to Lurleen
Are you late for the Sweatshirt wagon? Well, I'm kind of Early
But I bet it's gonna be full soon, you better hurry
Young Hems, known for lung flex
Rhymes bursting out compulsive like writing a dumb text
I will break your self-esteem after breaking your chums' necks
Show up at your show drunk and befriending your mum's ex, Taco