Chemistry lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha, b*tch
Yeah, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
What I say? (Ayy, Melly, what the f*ck is that?)

[Chorus]
She gon' f*ck me and bro ’cause we both lit
He ain't SBDSM then ​he don't sh*t
Everywhere a n*gga go, you know I tote blick
And if I ain’t in the booth, I'm in a cold b*tch
If I ain't in a cold b*tch, I'm in a fast thang
Gassed up, ain't gotta use no brakes, I'm in a fast lane
Double blickies on me, popping out, I feel like Max Payne
We got chemistry, your b*tch gon' f*ck me off the lab chain, ha-ha

[Verse]
I can't keep a b*tch ’cause I’m rude and I'm stuck-up
Nah, really, I can’t keep a b*tch 'cause I can't trust one
Got hit in his sh*t thinking he tough, boy, that's some tough luck
Told her bring her friend, it ain’t no fun if it's just one sl*t
It's a dirty game, I think thesе n*ggas tryna cheat yo baby
Look at my DMs, a hunnid models tryna eat yo baby
Widеbody Hellcat, I'm finna do the street so crazy
The dirt road to success, I ain't need no pavement
Got a .9 and a .30 tucked but it's ten o'clock
Almost shot a fan, that n*gga could've been a opp
On the road reading writers, I ain't cooking in no pot
Only thing I see is money when I'm looking at a clock
I be rapping 'bout the road 'cause I'm on that b*tch
She don't suck no di*k? Red flag, I'ma ho that b*tch
Why I tote a Glock? 'Cause if he reach, I'll fold his b*tch
Nicknamed my ho "Elsa" 'cause she the coldest b*tch
You only hate me 'cause you broke, did that occur to you?
Aiming for his head, tryna make him a convertible
If brodie pull the ski mask down, he gon' burgle you
Morton Grove in a coffee cup, this some turtle juice
She tryna f*ck me 'cause I'm up, used to ho when I was poor
When you was hopping off the bed, I was hopping off the porch
Coffee tint Cartier's, b*tch, I'm looking like a dork
Green beam on every Glock, it's looking like I got the force
I can't go nowhere without my Glock, it's just my way of life
I done made a killing off the punches, feel like Dana White
Lay a finger on my babies? You gon' have to pay the price
She ain't tryna f*ck my mans and she think she gon' stay the night?
Ate me like a zombie, I guess that's what that añejo do
From a city where if you got money, they gon' hate on you
The KKK could lynch us both, b*tch, I wouldn't hang with you (Ha-ha, yeah)
[Chorus]
She gon' f*ck me and bro 'cause we both lit
He ain't SBDSM, then ​he don't sh*t
Everywhere a n*gga go, you know I tote blick
And if I ain't in the booth, I'm in a cold b*tch
If I ain't in a cold b*tch, I'm in a fast thang
Gassed up, ain't gotta use no brakes, I'm in a fast lane
Double blickies on me, popping out, I feel like Max Payne
We got chemistry, your b*tch gon' f*ck me off the lab chain, ha-ha

[Outro]
Yeah, real sh*ttyBoy sh*t and she gon' f*ck 'cause the sh*ttyBoyz lit, dumbass
Yeah, though