"Chy Cartier's Adlibs" lyrics
Marnz Malone & Tunde Lyrics
(Take me in your arms tonight
(Ooh, Sav, kill it!)
Somebody take me in your arms tonight
Yeah, yeah
Somebody take me in your arms tonight)
Cowboy spinner and I got it from a rapper friend
Same night folks made it slap at them, you heard Chad Cartiers ad libs
That's bap, bap and bap again
Since then, I ain't heard no chat again
Yo, this weren't no accident, I run it up like Mo Farah
You know I go Nala, I fill up this whole ladder
Send the card to GoGrabber, wait, I'm 'bout to go madder
Bro don't do graffiti but believe me, he's a known tagger
Running through these bands, need a bigger bucket list
I don't want no drama but won't hesitate to up the blick
Double M got nine double M's when I stuff the clip
He'd still be alive right now if he just done this (Nigga, don't!)
That's insane, I done years on that blue mat, my back's in pain
This money got a hell of niggas acting strange
Like just because I rap, now the facts have changed
I still got packs of 'caine, still got waps for days
Still got jakes on my tail I'm off the map with
Still got tricks on my sleeve might drop my track with
And if you don't know my name then go ask your bae
Twenty-five thousand if you want a verse (Cash)
I don't want that slow shit, I want the one that skurt
Bro, I bought my mama a purse, it came with her initials in
I was going serving, now it's five star Michelin
Aight bro, you listening? You see how my shit glistening
I'm Muslim but if he reaches for it then I'll christen him
Stripped up, eating chicken wings, she told me to stick it in
The clip went viral and when bro and them was clipping him
I'm missing in the wind, I put my foot
Down, was locked up, went hot now
Changed the outlook, nigga, look now
They threw the book at me, I'm getting booked now, I'm good now
Shot down everything then pushed up
Check, airport scanner and I got it from a trapper mate
Ran a few tests, now I'm patterned when I pack a case
Babybels in the plastic but I ain't packing lunch
Upgrade the Glee with the Switch, call it pack-a-punch
Tryna write bars in the stu when I'm with mines
But cash wanna talk, trapper me, I can't help myself
Got M's put away, music can't put me on a shelf
Paranoid and on point, I love it, I've got mental health
Airport diplomatic, fast track, pattern leaves
My OGs are snatching souls, my YGs are snatching chains
Scrap the gold, buy a pack, punch time, catching trains
That's cream smoke to the chest or downtown smacking veins
We move random so there ain't no catching me
She's business bae selling pussy, me, I just smack it free
Before you put a wap down, you gotta go and slap a tree
And wartime ain't a joke so make sure you're stacking P
(Ooh, Sav, kill it!)
Somebody take me in your arms tonight
Yeah, yeah
Somebody take me in your arms tonight)
Cowboy spinner and I got it from a rapper friend
Same night folks made it slap at them, you heard Chad Cartiers ad libs
That's bap, bap and bap again
Since then, I ain't heard no chat again
Yo, this weren't no accident, I run it up like Mo Farah
You know I go Nala, I fill up this whole ladder
Send the card to GoGrabber, wait, I'm 'bout to go madder
Bro don't do graffiti but believe me, he's a known tagger
Running through these bands, need a bigger bucket list
I don't want no drama but won't hesitate to up the blick
Double M got nine double M's when I stuff the clip
He'd still be alive right now if he just done this (Nigga, don't!)
That's insane, I done years on that blue mat, my back's in pain
This money got a hell of niggas acting strange
Like just because I rap, now the facts have changed
I still got packs of 'caine, still got waps for days
Still got jakes on my tail I'm off the map with
Still got tricks on my sleeve might drop my track with
And if you don't know my name then go ask your bae
Twenty-five thousand if you want a verse (Cash)
I don't want that slow shit, I want the one that skurt
Bro, I bought my mama a purse, it came with her initials in
I was going serving, now it's five star Michelin
Aight bro, you listening? You see how my shit glistening
I'm Muslim but if he reaches for it then I'll christen him
Stripped up, eating chicken wings, she told me to stick it in
The clip went viral and when bro and them was clipping him
I'm missing in the wind, I put my foot
Down, was locked up, went hot now
Changed the outlook, nigga, look now
They threw the book at me, I'm getting booked now, I'm good now
Shot down everything then pushed up
Check, airport scanner and I got it from a trapper mate
Ran a few tests, now I'm patterned when I pack a case
Babybels in the plastic but I ain't packing lunch
Upgrade the Glee with the Switch, call it pack-a-punch
Tryna write bars in the stu when I'm with mines
But cash wanna talk, trapper me, I can't help myself
Got M's put away, music can't put me on a shelf
Paranoid and on point, I love it, I've got mental health
Airport diplomatic, fast track, pattern leaves
My OGs are snatching souls, my YGs are snatching chains
Scrap the gold, buy a pack, punch time, catching trains
That's cream smoke to the chest or downtown smacking veins
We move random so there ain't no catching me
She's business bae selling pussy, me, I just smack it free
Before you put a wap down, you gotta go and slap a tree
And wartime ain't a joke so make sure you're stacking P
