Chauncey Billups

Fft, beep, boy
Man
They wanna know how I’m livin', they wanna know what I’m sippin'
My brother told me save it, these bitches tell me spend it
We got crack like the '80s, I let my baby whip it
He hit her with a one, so we call her Chauncey Billups
I came up from the pavement and now I make a killing
Bitch, I ain’t the one to play with, I came up with some killers
When you servin' Michael Jackson, better post up with the thriller
When you mak it off the road, I swear it’s a differnt feeling (Man)
I swear I could never feel 'em
Niggas really fake as hell and be talkin' like the realest
Niggas gettin' played like bitches and be talkin' like they killers
I don’t never judge a nigga, I’m just thumbin' through the riches
I just talked to my big bro, it’s snowin', he said we gettin' some inches
She just shot it up in front of me, told her tell me when she feel it
The way I’m all up in her mouth, she saved my number as the dentist
Don’t ever get too bomfortable and serve a nigga where you livin'
Put a Perc' up in my lean, look like a snowglobe when I’m sippin'
You ever got down on your knees and prayed to God to send a brick in?
It fucked my head up 'cause he did it, bruh just showed me a whole chicken
Forgot I’m Blood, I mean bhicken, never leave without the blicky
Bitch, I only like it 'cause it’s sticky
Put my thumb in when I hit it, rub her clit, she love the feeling
Yeah, hit her with a Chauncey Billups, should’ve tried a Derek Fisher
This that shit that if you do it right, can cop a Richard Mille (Man)