araabMUZIK - Chalupa lyrics

[Produced by AraabMUZIK] [Verse 1] Yo this flow here is bulimics, anemic, yo red beam it Plus I got it on, you ain't never seen it, never seen it Some people say I'm conceited, but dougie I never cheated Oh boy you'll get deleted, believe it, I could achieve it cuz look Im on a Yamaha, laughing like ha ha ha Na na na, want to talk, shots speak ra ra ra Crib is like mardigra, no beads grow weed Court case, courtside, n***a in the nose bleeds OG, Goatee, proceed, whole Ki's Sorta like a janitor, stay within a parameter n***as got the hammer bra, don't care about a camera Could they put that dress off, first like grand ma ma Hope you got the stamina, because n***as be on worst Blow reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a converse I told baby girl damn that's a hard purse But you gotta get it in flavors girl like starburst [Hook] We counting money, yo doggie we couting money Yo sh** ain't even funny, but look at we counting money Yo stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope Cuz look we get chalupa, cha cha cha cha cha cha chalupa love [Verse 2] Winter time, I'm heated why they frigid Lenox ave boy working with 8 digits Summer time came through in our may blizzaards Old ladies looking like damn they did it Cuz huh, I got to forty fifth just to get a snack box 2 piece, apple pie, feds taking snap shots They know I'm known for hot rims, fast drops Big trucks, big j**els, whys from the have nots Now every pocket on my clothing dawg, have knots 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand; jack pot Call my block gravel, (why) its mad rocks Im the owner of the team, f** the mascot s**ing mad co*k, 650 rag top Damn, don't get hit with the jab that my dad got Yall sasquatch, put it on your laptop Yo not a door, but yessir its pad locked [Hook] [Verse 3] We do the interstate, baby where the state patrol With 50lbs, and I ain't talking bout an eight year old It can take a toll, hoping you can get parole Play your role, the heat is so hot it can make you cold And they say ima son of a b**h Why, cuz I be with your son and your b**h You don't deserve her, your fair we won't hurt her We taught her to be a squirter, your sons about murder Your brother well he my worker, your sister well she my slurper Your mom her a** is fat, my n***as they call her bertha Once a week they might server her, with dick they gon serve her Now she whining like a baby, well maybe we'll get her gerber Smack her on her a**, warm milk, then we burp her Yeah we left her nurtured, but well earth her, before we chirp her You'll be a punching bag, fam well put our beats on her Or the Klu klux, white sheet on her Or Miami jersey put the heat on her Or a door mate I'm gone put my feet on her Creep on em, leap on em Yeah park the jeep on em Americas most wanted, with no warrant! [Hook]