GetRichZay - Chinese lyrics

[Intro: GetRichZay] Better know what the fu*k goin' on, sh*t Six sh*t, get your head hit b*tch, aight, let’s go (TZY on some other sh*t) [Chorus: GetRichZay] Yup, twin choppers, I think they Siamese (I think they, aight, come on) Ayy, his b*tch in here tryna cook some chicken for me, thought that b*tch was Chinese (Ayy, thought that b*tch was Chinese) Ayy, no cap, the way that chop got kicks, I thought it was Chinese (Bah, bah, aight, come on) Young ni**a come straight from that block, now I see poetry (Now I see poetry) I say, "fu*k that nat nat, all I see I cheese" (Yup, aight, come on) Ayy, I'm a white b*tch hunter, they say I made that lil' b*tch fly with Ps (Aight, come on) Thirty ball stuffed in her bag, she be like, "Oh my Jeez" (She be like, "Oh") b*tch got thirty ’bows, ridin' first class (Shh), she better keep it to C (Aight, come on) [Verse 1: GetRichZay & Stunna 4 Vegas] Ayy, twin sisters, I think they Vietnamese (I think they Vietnamese, aight) Ayy, me and Tay be out his top, smoke a ni**a and do it with ease (Pah, pah, aight, pah) Ten bands in one day, b*tch, I'm ridin' with Coke and Veeze (Aight, talk to me) Ayy, ten bands in one pocket, stretchin' out my purple jeans (Damn) Ayy, he done popped a beam, he out his head, he out his top again (He out his sh*t, aight, come on) Ayy, she get on her knees, she use her head (Eat, eat), I want some top again (Let's go, aight, come on) In the club with Stunna 4 (Ha), GetRich' brought that chopper in (Aight) In VIP, we sippin' drank, Slime brought that Wock’ in (Wock’, Wock', Wock’, Wock') [Chorus: GetRichZay & Stunna 4 Vegas] Yup, twin choppers, I think they Siamese (I think they Siamese, aight, come on) Ayy, his b*tch in here tryna cook some chicken for me, thought that b*tch was Chinese (Ayy, thought that b*tch was Chinese) Ayy, no cap, the way that chop got kicks, I thought it was Chinese (Bah, bah, aight, come on) Young ni**a come straight from that block, now I see poetry (Now I see poetry) I say, "fu*k that nat nat, all I see I cheese" (Yup, aight, come on) Ayy, I'm a white b*tch hunter, they say I made that lil' b*tch fly with Ps (Aight, come on) Thirty ball stuffed in her bag, she be like, "Oh my Jeez" (She be like, "Oh") b*tch got thirty ’bows, ridin' first class (Shh), she better keep it to C (Aight) [Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas] Uh, I send her on a plane (For the low), with forty 'bows of that 41 (Bring it in) Slime say when it's sick, this sh*t was soaked, so I double up (Blow) It's fu*k the plug, we take off with his load like he fu*ked the order up (Come on) If we can't get to him or get his lo', we hit his brother up (Boom, boom, boom, boom) We pop out with chopsticks, thought we was Chinese (Chinese) Big four-fifth stay on my hip like a Siamese (Siamese) Twin, I had 'em boys come spin when you tried me (They go spin) b*tch, I get out my top and I see red like my eyes bleed I give a fu*k 'bout what you made, I made that times three (What else?) Snatched the Scat three times before the 'Cat like Dodge signed me (Vroom, vroom, damn) I ain't dodgin' sh*t, I'm poppin' sh*t, that's on and off my IG (Brat, brat) Did a hundred plus shows in North Carolina, how you can't find me? (TZY on some other sh*t) fu*k ni**a ain't lookin' hard enough, he might need glasses (Cap) Uh, diamonds look like glass (Ice), I ride two hundred on my dashes (I-I-I-I-I, vroom) I got Wock' and my anxiety pop, but I'm still livin' fast (Wock', Wock', Wock') And that fu*k ni**a never shot a Glock or left nothin' in the past (Bah, bah, bah)