CH1RP lyrics

Froot-
(hook) chirp me on the phone, i’ll always be alone
When i’m not home, cellphone roams

b*tch i’m in the club and you know i’m rollin up a blunt
Bet it’s boy froot with the stolen speaker subs
Got a goth girl and i let her grind on me
She lookin so fine while she roll my weed
I got gucci louie prada on my whole damn team
Eatin enchiladas flexico on the scene
I’m spendin cash like it’s nothin, make it back b*tch i’m stuntin
Spend it all on U, tommy hat, gucci shoes
Pullin up with the crew, rollin blunts, come through

(hook)

J-mix-
I’m smokin’ blunts underwater, i’m sorry if i don’t pick up
And it’s the third time i called her, she don’t want me so i gotta give up
I never knew that it would be like this
You got me fallin for you like a f*ckin idiot
You make me contradict myself like a hypocrite
But i’m on top when i look down, i can’t see you b*tch
People got a lot of sh*t to say these days
But i don’t give a f*ck i blow my smoke right in their face
I always got that coffee and that weed on me
But all i need is you, so please don’t sleep on me
(hook)

Maxdaddy-
All i hear is dial-tones, chirpin on my iphone
Smokin on that software, re-up once my highs gone
Rollin up these trichromes, lightin up that vibrance
Driftin through the timezones, spreading like a virus
Schizophrenic nihilist, gripping dead flowers
Cellphone roaming, i’m running low on power
I’m running out of minutes, b*tch i push it to the limit
All i do is f*cking rhyme, never had time for a gimmick
I just spit my f*cking lines, grind every day
Regardless i’m prepaid
There’s a reason that my eyes the same color as f*ckin jade made
Everybody sour, like we called collect, but i think that they just salty
We ain’t callin them yet, i ain’t placin no bets unless it’s a sure thing
I ain’t takin no calls, i just let that sh*t ring
The show don’t stop til the fat b*tch sing
Maxdaddy pullin strings with my f*ckin pinky ring
Chirpin on my digital, it ain’t a f*ckin thing, it ain’t a f*ckin thing

(hook)