Chicka lyrics

[Hook]
I be rolling through the streets
Smoking reefer with my Chicka (x3)
She's a really bad b*tch so you know she keep that heater [x2]

[Verse 1]
[?] through my quad
Stays by my side
Stays getting high get the drugs in the ride
b*tch love me like I'm her daddy
I was scaling them grams she was tying up the baggies
Probably still love her if her tits got saggy
Ass so fat gotta thank her Mammy
She on me and these n*ggas can't stand it
Had a good guy but she really wanna aban' it
Beat the pus*y up I done did so much damage
Eating good b*tch
Sushi
Crab legs
Cash on her man [?] mob pants
Rap shows looking like a f*cking rock band
You might know me didn't know my flows
I'm up next came straight from a flow
Kicked in the door came straight for the dough
Trapping like a b*tch started off an old [?]
George Jung sh*t everyday we watch Blow
Bad b*tch on me cause she know I'm gonna blow
Bad white chick same color as snow
f*ck what you heard god damn it I'm dope
Preaching ass sh*t little n*gga I'm pope
Grinding hella hard acting like I'm broke
I'm so high but the high has low
Talk sh*t little b*tch then my bro gonna blow
Got my drugs all on her nose
Healthy Boyz all on my clothes
Mary Jane f*ck all my hoes
Never growing up like Peter
World is cold so keep a heater
Shoutout to my Momma Citas
No one what to love latinas
Man one look just like Selena
[Hook]