"Chum Bucket" lyrics
Fuck goin' on
Lil Lazer, it's lil Lazer Dim
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga broke, they ain't getting no paper
I'm next door at your spot, but we ain't neighbors
Fuck nigga got a cape on, he gon' save her
New 20's, B-Roll, I think them folks just print the paper
You tryna shop in my trap, put them racks on the table
Real quagen, quagen snatched off the label
I ain't buying a bitch nothing out of LemonLu
Fitting hella racks in my skinny jeans
Pulled over, got caught with methamphetamine
Nigga spooked to skimp the play, so I intervene
You run off with shit, we chasing you
Shit I been did, that shit so new to you
Throw a fit, put that boy on the channel 2
Popping shit, I don't got no manners too
F-150, we Ram right through your spot
Looking for a opp, we cut up through Clara Scott
Everybody got a instrument, we the band
60‑round drum, racks in rubber bands
Plain Jane Rollie on my wrist, I spent a 10
Get my pops to take him down, he a businessman
Free OG Dim out the penitentiary
What's up with niggas talking down on a ho, soon as they get froze?
Old B-Roll, I done had this bitch for 2 months
In order to get geeked up, I need 2 blunts
Nigga bite my drip, nigga teething
All these hoes DM me talm bout they pregnant, I can't believe it
Wanna act like a bitch, when I see him, he fruit punch
Blunt ain't pulling, fuck wrong with your blunt?
I don't really give a fuck about the rap game
Reaching for the neck, get clapped 'bout this chain
Every day I'm hearing cap shit 'bout my name
He ain't see it coming, He ain't see it was finna pour down like rain
My lil ho, she know I'm rough as fuck
You need your partner dem, your partner back you up
Come through the window, we come out the back door
It's too late to be playing 'round, we in whack mode
Never ever will Lil Lazer pop out in fat clothes
Pussy boy, get your mind right, you ain't tryna get no money
Tat the dollar sign on my face and my stomach
Tat a Draco on my chest, we locked in
Never put me on, I got the first‑hand look, I got the first‑hand look, you ain't show me shit
Dirty gun I just picked up, I'm finna blow this bitch
Switched out my clothes, I change out the dirty fit
One up top, so my gun got 31
No serial, so this bitch unheard of
Roll me a wood in the woods, smoking Backwoods in the woods
Can't show no love to these hoes, they gon' teach ya
This a stolo whip, this a V6
I just milked her out of cash, I'm a cash cow
White boy on gas mask, keep passing out
Acting like a bitch, what he bitching 'bout now?
I got hella guns, bring 'em out of town
I was young, I was chasing racks, wasn't playing around
If it ain't Amiri, Ksubi, or Purple jeans, it's hand‑me‑downs
Nigga knowing what you on
Coming 'round fake, cap, nigga clones
I don't fuck with none of these pussy niggas, no
Coming 'round lollygagging, telling what he know
Punching in, I don't read shit out my notes
Trench shit, I'm catching shit on a boat
Amiri skinnies fitted, bite on my clothes
Now my pendant bust down, on my fucking loot
Lil Lazer, it's lil Lazer Dim
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga broke, they ain't getting no paper
I'm next door at your spot, but we ain't neighbors
Fuck nigga got a cape on, he gon' save her
New 20's, B-Roll, I think them folks just print the paper
You tryna shop in my trap, put them racks on the table
Real quagen, quagen snatched off the label
I ain't buying a bitch nothing out of LemonLu
Fitting hella racks in my skinny jeans
Pulled over, got caught with methamphetamine
Nigga spooked to skimp the play, so I intervene
You run off with shit, we chasing you
Shit I been did, that shit so new to you
Throw a fit, put that boy on the channel 2
Popping shit, I don't got no manners too
F-150, we Ram right through your spot
Looking for a opp, we cut up through Clara Scott
Everybody got a instrument, we the band
60‑round drum, racks in rubber bands
Plain Jane Rollie on my wrist, I spent a 10
Get my pops to take him down, he a businessman
Free OG Dim out the penitentiary
What's up with niggas talking down on a ho, soon as they get froze?
Old B-Roll, I done had this bitch for 2 months
In order to get geeked up, I need 2 blunts
Nigga bite my drip, nigga teething
All these hoes DM me talm bout they pregnant, I can't believe it
Wanna act like a bitch, when I see him, he fruit punch
Blunt ain't pulling, fuck wrong with your blunt?
I don't really give a fuck about the rap game
Reaching for the neck, get clapped 'bout this chain
Every day I'm hearing cap shit 'bout my name
He ain't see it coming, He ain't see it was finna pour down like rain
My lil ho, she know I'm rough as fuck
You need your partner dem, your partner back you up
Come through the window, we come out the back door
It's too late to be playing 'round, we in whack mode
Never ever will Lil Lazer pop out in fat clothes
Pussy boy, get your mind right, you ain't tryna get no money
Tat the dollar sign on my face and my stomach
Tat a Draco on my chest, we locked in
Never put me on, I got the first‑hand look, I got the first‑hand look, you ain't show me shit
Dirty gun I just picked up, I'm finna blow this bitch
Switched out my clothes, I change out the dirty fit
One up top, so my gun got 31
No serial, so this bitch unheard of
Roll me a wood in the woods, smoking Backwoods in the woods
Can't show no love to these hoes, they gon' teach ya
This a stolo whip, this a V6
I just milked her out of cash, I'm a cash cow
White boy on gas mask, keep passing out
Acting like a bitch, what he bitching 'bout now?
I got hella guns, bring 'em out of town
I was young, I was chasing racks, wasn't playing around
If it ain't Amiri, Ksubi, or Purple jeans, it's hand‑me‑downs
Nigga knowing what you on
Coming 'round fake, cap, nigga clones
I don't fuck with none of these pussy niggas, no
Coming 'round lollygagging, telling what he know
Punching in, I don't read shit out my notes
Trench shit, I'm catching shit on a boat
Amiri skinnies fitted, bite on my clothes
Now my pendant bust down, on my fucking loot
