Escargot lyrics

[Intro: Chase Fetti]
n*gga got some soul on this sh*t, man, uh, I come from morals and integrity, n*gga, yeah, protocol, y'all know me

[Verse 1: Chase Fetti]
You one of them n*ggas that's in the last spot (f*ckin' bum)
You was always b*tch, you had a bad shot (f*ck outta here)
The blocks never vouched for you
I never met a n*gga that said they got a ounce from you (Never)
I made my strip bubble like a Mountain Dew (Y'all know me)
I'm usually known to stay at the Fontainebleau but that sh*t got corny to me
That German Ruger the only b*tch that's foreign to me (Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam, pam, pam)
I told my b*tch I'm the new Nip, you gon' be lurin' to me (What you gon' do, b*tch?)
Ain't got to worry about nothin', we gon' have more and plеnty (That's a fact)
I'm more a Biggie, my words witty
n*gga, I was signin' scales in my third city (Hahaha)
Thеy ain't know if I was, rappin' or wrappin' bricks and ready to pass 'em off (n*gga couldn't figure it out)
sh*t, them n*ggas started singin' like a Gladys song (f*ckin' rats)
About to ask my jeweler what the padded cost (What's the numbers?)
You reach for it, and you gettin' smoked like a bad exhaust (Brrr)
I know you n*ggas hate it, sh*t, I ain't even mad at y'all (I ain't mad)
We shootin' sh*t like a basketball (Pam, pam, pam, pam)

[Verse 2: Elcamino]
I ain't mad, ayo, champagne glasses, bad b*tches wit' accents, uh
I'm talkin' never set foot in a pair of Maxes, uh (Uh-huh)
I'm talkin' G-Wagen, b*tches, Bentleys, and ashes, uh (Skrr)
I'm talkin' private cabanas, b*tches relaxin'
Brought the first load back, then I burned the last in (Brung at home)
You ain't puttin' on nothin', don't ask me why I'm taxin' (Take this short, man)
Don't play with my money, treat this hit like your dads' hit (Word)
For every sh*t you f*ck up, that's just more than your ass whipped (You already know)
My b*tch come from wealth, she was raised like a Kardashian
I'm out front parked in the Benz soon as her class in (Hurry up, baby)
We makin' movies and sh*t, you know we craftin' (You know we craftin')
Then I'm back out in the streets, collectin' back-ins (Uh-huh)
This free game that I teach, they can't grasp it (They can't grasp it)
It's like I'm speaking Chinese or Pig Latin, uh (Or Pig Latin)
They too wanted IG's thinkin' of captions (sh*t crazy)
Fast forward now they big homie payin' for caskets
Pshh