Chad Lyrics – Isaiah Rashad
If I wasn’t rapping, baby, I would still be ridin’ Mercedes
My new whips look so related, my old *** was overrated
If you pop that pill, remember, niggas fold like huns and fifties
If you on that cup, remember, niggas fold like-
When I’m working the Ave., it’s ash and fire inside the whip
When I’m done, I’ma pass around the cash, go buy some more
If I hit the lil’ gas and crash and die, who down to smoke?
When I’m working the Ave., it’s ash and fire inside it (Ayy)
Dirty *** got soul like enzyme
Snuck two pounds on the inside (*** with it), ayy
Trapping out the Mapco (Mapco), ayy
Serving out the Chevron (Chevron)
Little *** got caught with the heron
Dog food and a word to my canines
Heard a *** got popped with the A-Rod (Yeah)
Running to the state line (Yeah)
I just put a blades on a bulletproof Range, I could *** Liu Kang, it’s on-on
Via that drank, I ain’t feeling my face, I ain’t feeling no pain, it’s on-on
Baby, calm down, lemme deal with that stress on top of your head, yeah
Baby, calm down, can you handle that ***? Can you handle yourself? It’s on-on
If I wasn’t rapping, baby, I would still be ridin’ Mercedes
My new whips look so related, my old *** was overrated
If you pop that pill, remember, niggas fold like huns and fifties
If you on that cup, remember, niggas fold like-
If they talking about cash wassam, I’m down, they down, let’s go
I been moving my stash around ’cause opps is watching
I ain’t breaking my back, I’m lac, I’m lax, wassam, it’s cool
I been moving my stash around ’cause opps is watching
Count it up mane, gotta mount it up man, take a look at this ***, it’s on-on
Hop in that drop, gotta kick in that box, put a click on that a stick, it’s on-on
Baby, come down, lemme deal with that stress on top of your head, yeah
Baby, come down, can you handle that ***? Can you handle yourself? It’s on-on
If I wasn’t rapping, baby, I would still be ridin’ Mercedes
If I wasn’t rapping, baby, I would still be ridin’ Mercedes
If I wasn’t rapping, baby, I would still be ridin’ Mercedes
If I wasn’t rapping, baby
If I wasn’t rapping, baby, I would still be ridin’ Mercedes
My new whips look so related, my old *** was overrated
If you pop that pill, remember, niggas fold like huns and fifties
If you on that cup, remember, niggas fold like-
You got a ***, what you gon’ do?
What you gon’ do with it? What you gon’ do with it?
What you gon’ do with it, ***?
I’m not worried about that ***, ***, you will get blown