WILDCARD

By chingsta

On Type Beat

Released on October 8, 2024

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Roll the palmie up

Get your money up

Wild card

Shit is not enough

Stack more guap

Still it’s not enough

The only way to stack yo bread

Selling souls, stream with Kai n em

Hella people doubting

When I’m up, they gon be riding on

Court said “don’t be reckless”

But I’m always reckless

In the kitchen, whipping, we flipping

The feins been feeling peckish

They tripping out

Been in and out of the trap

Hella selfish

Court said “don’t be reckless”

But me and the bros we grew up treacherous

But I’m always reckless

Hop out the 4 door whip, don’t test it

I know some bros with a murder fetish

Don’t get caught by the catfish

Smoke on this doob for breakfast

Lunch and dinner, no cap I’m breathless

Think that you make that money

You ain’t if your ass end up restless

Big boss talking

When you really just the middleman

I’m the ceiling fan

Try reach the top and touch me

Nah you never can

I ride with gang

Fuck the numbers

Least none of em are rats

Black on black

Tryna get my cash

Run through them doors, then dash

How you gon ride with blades

With 8 of your mates and end up running?

Them boys stunting

Too much Top Boy got them acting up

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Roll the palmie up

Get your money up

Wild card

Shit is not enough

Stack more guap

Still it’s not enough

Smoking that Khalifa Kush

If you coughing then get out

Snow White snoozing in my nose

She making me all sped up

Nike be telling me “Just Do It”

Came out, whipped the tech out

Lil lady, lil freaky

Come and show me what them legs bout

Drippy leg to toe

Ima saucy chigga

You a bummy lil crow

Chasing other figures

Up in the cut with the bro

He done seen me live with critters

Hella music I just thrown

It’s a fact I can do better

Imma seed just haven’t grown

My whole life had been a thriller

Every function I been gone

Sip the Henny by the litre

Shoot a opp like this a picture

Who caught the president?

I’m vanishing go home, eat dinner

Forever banished from residents

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Saggy trackies when it’s Summer

Different energy when I pull up in suits in Hummers

Count them dividends

First give some to my mother

Then hella cities get litty

Foreign clubs with the bruddas

I might just have to

Roll the palmie up

Get my money up

Wild card

Shit is not enough

Stack more guap

Still it’s not enough

Smoke that palmie up

Feeling lit

Hit the stu and club

Get my money up

Splurge the bucks

Issa wild card