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chuckyy - me vs me lyrics

[intro]
f_ck we rockin’ man
uh, uh, grah, grah, grah, grah
know how the f_ck we rockin man
uh, come here
uh

[verse]
brr bah, fully automatic switch on the back you know us
died soon as i popped that door
he know what it was soon as we rolled up (come here)
we jump out chase n_ggas down for sure in front of a church it’ll go up
i just took over rap and yesterday i was just clappin’
this sh_t so nuts
long live fred, my momma just got a bust down chain
and your face on there
bendin’ the strip them n_ggas ain’t right there
dip they chill in the hood its so rare
n_ggas be b_tches they frontin’ they move
i don’t get it just be your self its so rare
i got rich, now everybody wanna be opps and cousins
on fred don’t know them
he roll that dice you bet not [?] out
boy i done seen that happen
“chuckyy how the f_ck you see that happen”
cause i was the one that hopped out clapped ’em
f_ck that n_gga im chucky wackem
these rap n_ggas thinkin’ i’m chucky the rapper
go in the mall and buy everything
i remember we was eatin’ eggs with salad
[chorus]
we lay sh_t down no pallet
hit from the back her ass i clap it
four_hundred spent it on gucci sandals
amiri jeans tight we ain’t rockin’ a lanvin
f_ck a mask we do sh_t on camera
scratch off behind the wheel im handlin’ (skurt, skurt)
thick b_tch i can’t get rid of
hit from the back while she countin’ the cheddar up
im a dog boy i get aggressive
me vs me i don’t see no competitors
catch a opp down bad we stretch ’em
clappin the face card not a pedestrian
talkin’ ’bout money my pockets the fatest
talkin’ ’bout b_tches my lil hoe the s_xiest (uh)
doin donuts on the side of the lot
the sl!cks tryna chase us but they can’t catch us

[verse 2]
tried to f_ck on this one lil bop
but the p_ssy ain’t got no grip can’t catch it
hit from the back while whisperin’ in her ear
“chuckyy next up” had this b_tch cumin’ in seconds
chase a n_gga down till he don’t got no oxygen
shordy nem leavin’ him breathless (uh)
found him on baseline tryna go steak out
eatin’ the opps for breakfast (there he go)
we can link up right now, get it on broad day
n_gga ain’t in to that textin’ (chase)
bro like k!llin’ in style, give him the glock
i bail out with a wesson
and chuckyy like walkin’ sh_t down
[?], n_gga this just a message (you know that)
f_ck n_gga got hit in his sh_t
f_ck all the opps, uh
come to get shot
come to get shot
come to get shot
come to get shot
now everybody come to get shot
brdd not that glock

[chorus]
we lay sh_t down no pallet
hit from the back her ass i clap it
four_hundred spent it on gucci sandals
amiri jeans tight we ain’t rockin’ a lanvin
f_ck a mask we do sh_t on camera
scratch off behind the wheel im handlin’
thick b_tch i can’t get rid of
hit from the back while she countin’ the cheddar up
im a dog boy i get aggressive
me vs me i don’t see no competitors
catch a opp down bad we stretch ’em
clappin the face card not a pedestrian
talkin’ ’bout money my pockets the fatest
talkin’ ’bout b_tches my lil hoe the s_xiest (uh)
doin donuts on the side of the lot
the sl!cks tryna chase us but they can’t catch us

- chuckyy lyrics

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