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[Verse 1: Bagchasintee]

I'm like chicken in a skillet—way too hard to hold

I'm fly and I'm handsome and black, plus I'm bold

My mouth full of 14k and it's gold

"Stop driving 'round' that old ass car before it fold"

Now a n**** blowing up and all these n**** wanna fight me

Damn, I fucked up to spill lean on my white tee

I fucked these two twins, now they brother wanna fight me

But all my n**** ridin' 'round with clips like spike lee

I know you see it, I'm the best in the game

Bag-Chasin up next, they gon' remember my name

Some of my homies switched up since I got lil fame

Now you n**** falling off, damn such a shame

But it's all love, I don't hate on nobody

Is he mad I fucked his bitch?

I don't know, shit probably

Got a bad lightskin, I do [?]

See you on tik-tok and all you do is just copy (haha)

[Bridge: Bagchasintee]

Hold on

Gotta hit the whip rеal quick

Look

[Verse 2: Bagchasintee]

I'm super-california-listic-espi-ala

Ridin' 'round the city in a bluе impala

If she don't pull up on my fee, imma rob her

Nah I ain't yo sorry ass ex, I'm a baller

I think my ex bitch mad 'cause she said I'm for the streets

But it ain't my fault that yo coochie look like beef

I'm tryna roll up and smoke up on [?]

All you n**** is my sons, you should call me Master Chief (haha)

[Outro: Bagchasintee]

Man, stop playin'

Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh

Hold on lemme get that