歌手:Chino Locc TRP
专辑:《Chucks' style (Abel beats mixtape)》

作词 : Chino Locc TRP
作曲 : Chino Locc TRP
Chucks’ style
Chino Locc TRP
I say calm down, chill
God made fools of u
Son, u just wanna dress up good
When eye u see no Chucks’ no dope
Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke
I say calm down, chill
God made fools of u
Son, u just wanna dress up good
When eye u see no Chucks’ no dope
Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke
I’m da boi in ’d’ hood
Love Levi’s on da shoes
When catch me in da block ‘d better act a fool
Always pro club white T drop down my jeans
Lil hommies shook ones then bow down on knees
They know I started this game
from a home boi
Till I ride on my own fate
Run da cold joy
Never pay 4 Louis V.
Or other low toy
But I got Taylor’s name
Be a dope boi
Never dirt on it ‘cuz it ain’t no fun
Adi Nike DC, Cons give no damn
When da chucks on me I can fly all day
No beef but still yellin’ **** police
Hell man, it’s a kind of attitude
I’m in charge nobody anti my juice
God made fools of u
God made fools of u
I say calm down, chill
God made fools of u
Son, u just wanna dress up good
When eye u see no Chucks no dope
Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke
I say calm down, chill
God made fools of u
Son, u just wanna dress up good
When eye u see no Chucks no dope
Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke
When I hang around streetz
Kick ya ass, bring ya heat
I run ya block just for keepin’ a real G
I hate conversation ‘cuz I got Convers
Cash’s montivation 4 sure dollas
Ready 2 ride, though I ain’t westside
‘n Los Santos I still live a thug life
2 be a rida u see my black bandana
Ain’t Mafia Bloods Crips I still gangsta
It’s a caution, when see my Chucks low black on
Pussies’d better put da tech 9 down
Number‘s raisin’, I make it rain
Even do no pain I can still gain
I said it’s a game
I player, ya payers
I pray 4 myself need no more prayers
**** my fate I battle
the man upstairs
Ya know it’s our jungle,
we tigers ‘n’ bears
We ride on u, all of my hommies ****in’ awesome
Enemies keepin’ hush ‘cuz we ganna kill’em
My words ruthless ‘cuz Imma gangsta
Da bread gon be fat but I won’t thank ya
God made fools of u
God made fools of u
God made fools of u
God made fools of u so jus’ chill
I say calm down, chill
God made fools of u
Son, u just wanna dress up good
When eye u see no Chucks’ no dope
Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke
I say calm down, chill
God made fools of u
Son, u just wanna dress up good
When eye u see no Chucks’ no dope
Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke