CHA-CHA lyrics

(Chorus)
Who you f*cking with? who you touchin on?
Talk to this mufukkin glizzy that I be clutching on
Its finna put you on, to the hospital bed
Since you thinkin you so tough, how you bout it and you dead
Pass this sh*t to p you know that they can't f*ck with me
I'm really blowing on some tree and rollin off the brandy
I be high off my mind, so drunk I can't think
Rolling up backwoods smoking harder than you ever did n*gga!
(Verse)
Damn he really gassed me, the stupid n*gga out here kicking dirt up on my family
n*gga not my family, but since you done f*cked up plan a I guess this is the plan b
Big chops and barettas up em on you the sh*t hit dandy
How the f*ck he talkin bout me crazy?
Like I wasn't out there grinding trynna make make a f*cking mill, and lately!
When n*ggas see me in pеrson the energy ain't brazy!
But swеar that when I'm not there yall all woofin b*tch n*ggas!
Grab the 40 put it to his jaw
Slice him like a chainsaw
Shoot the n*gga head till it explodes and watch his brains fall
Daviontae gone finesse the beat
Producer got robbed
Among one of the Northside n*ggas that you cannot cross
b*tch I'm hot like hot sauce
Onomatopoeia gun it hit you and say bow! bow!
n*gga you are my child
Imma let you go wild
While I sit and smoke loud
Got me over here really talkin bout some ouuu child
You acting a fool child
This sh*t isn't cool child
Imma get real cruel, I'll pull up with the tool wild
sh*t that imma do
And you ain't f*cking with me
Well I ain't f*cking with you
Daviontae inna mix b*tch!
(Chorus)
Who you f*cking with? who you touchin on?
Talk to this mufukkin glizzy that I be clutching on
Its finna put you on, to the hospital bed
Since you thinkin you so tough, how you bout it and you dead
Pass this sh*t to p you know that they can't f*ck with me
I'm really blowing on some tree and rollin off the brandy
I be high off my mind, so drunk I can't think
Rolling up backwoods smoking harder than you ever did n*gga!
(Verse 2)
Aye, b*tch I been on they block tho, serve a n*gga a paint like im Pablo Picasso
Me and my n*ggas bout our guap yeah we really bout nachos. Showin that pole on the net knowing damn well That's not yours
Sipping wock too the face, cause a young n*gga hard though. Nnp till the death, dumb n*gga I cannot fold
Locked and load with this drac, get low like it's my show. Like the way that I move, got me feeling like pop smoke
Never be got, I hit my moves, got me hitting my dance though. We got chops, we got Glocks, God it look like a gun show
Shake that ass lil baby gone ahead do yo dance tho. We did this sh*t on our own like "what the f*ck is a big homie?"
We did this sh*t on our own like "what the f*ck is a big homie?"
The bro showed me the same thing, like what's the point of a big homie
Aye! Two things, up in the streets you gotta keep your heat
You also gotta watch what you say before a n*gga speak
Closed mouth don't get feed, a n*gga gotta eat
And imma push this nnp sh*t, till I rest in peace
Lil bro trynna cop him a stick, he said "f*ck a beam"
She started rubbing all on the Glock, and started sucking me
Lil b*tch hella cute on her knees the pretty lil freak
Blew her back out now I got her fiending for the meat
n*ggas love talkin on the net I swear these n*ggas weak
I'm in the north, really too the bag, I'm really bout my cheese
Cause one call will get a n*gga gone I'm talking about deceased
And everytime I hop on the track I gotta kill the beat
This n*gga tried to say my music wack, like "n*gga who is he?"
THUNZ Rolling gas in the wood, I swear that sh*t is stink
Alot of n*ggas wanna see me down, but a n*gga gone make it
How the f*ck you finna call me bro but you finna fake it?
I said how the f*ck you finna call me bro but you finna fake it?
b*tch i was really in the north really in the making
(Chorus)
Who you f*cking with? who you touchin on?
Talk to this mufukkin glizzy that I be clutching on
Its finna put you on, to the hospital bed
Since you thinkin you so tough, how you bout it and you dead
Pass this sh*t to p you know that they can't f*ck with me
I'm really blowing on some tree and rollin off the brandy
I be high off my mind, so drunk I can't think
Rolling up backwoods smoking harder than you ever did n*gga!