Chilly Sosa - Catch A Charge lyrics

Yeah Alright (Clears throat) yeah Little b**h [Hook] No Chevron but got gas in the car Grams in my garage I might catch a charge Bustin' backwoods yeah you know we smoking large Call me farmer john Smell me from afar [x2] [Verse 1: Eddy Baker] I would do you harm If you try to run up I hustle when the sun down I hustle when the sun up I'm wrapping up a onion Got o's like some funions Serve you while I sun ya b**h I am a runna' (Ruh Ruh Ruh Ruh) n***as that's my grunna Squad like [?] when they come to hunt ya Smoking DJ Mustard's Big fat blunts brah My girls be Kama Sutra I met her at the Hooter's Smacking on her a** her madubla-oblemguddah I'm touching hella cake Eddy Baker stacking moolah Was trapping outta state Now we Cali living cooler And these n***as wanna hate cause I stay copping new shoes brah Healthy Boyz little b**h We got plugs way out in Cuba b**h I stay with a rent and some grams up in the cooler I'm Rick James in this b**h smack a n***a Smack a n***a off a two blunts Know it's baked in this b**h but I left out with a cougar [Hook] [Verse 2: Chilly Sosa] Moving keys, Smoking trees Foreign b**h from Italy Ever since the rapping b**hes act like they just into me Groupie b**hes after shows drinking cum like hennesey Lean with the sprite that's a real n***a remedy They asked me what I'm thinkin' green flag flag hanging If the choppers get to bustin' have ya dancing and charadin' Kurt Cobain up in my liquor John Lennon in my swisher Feeling like a f**ing Beatle how this b**hes wanna kick it I ain't even drop a tape and all you b**hes throwing p**y Healthy Boyz is the mafia don't play us like we p**y Balling in the game these n***as mad cause they are rookie Ever since the buzz these n***as hate they pure p**y I don't sneak diss or rap beef that's weak sh** I'd rather f** hoes Smoke blunts that freak sh** Thumb all in her coochie cause I'm on that creep sh** Money over b**hes now that dolla on my pimpin' [Hook]