Chariot (feat. Meek Mill, Lil Durk & Young Thug)

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it

I fell in love with the game and I married it

Two hundred thou for the walk on a Saturday

I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today

Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot

Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various

I gave that bitch twenty thousand for charity

Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it

I'm from the trenches where I had to get it

I'm so used to trappin', I get it and flip it

I know you be actin', I know you ain't with it

Bro, throw me the package, I wrap it and flip it

They say I got money, so I'm actin' different

Get it by my lonely, so I never listen

She callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'

Just leave me alone, I'm handlin' business

Work hard, I gotta get it, I gotta get it

Trap hard, we in the kitchen

Diamonds so cold, light even bend

And my **** don't fold, they never bendin'

Took a loss, but shit happens, I get it

With the bosses, I'm payin' attention

Told that bitch I ain't wastin' no time

So no, I can't wait, not a minute

And I pray to the Lord for better days

I'm flexin' hard like a heavyweight

Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel face

Got this .30 on me, make 'em run away, yeah

Bitch, I'm gettin' paid

I was in the trap whippin' shit like a slave

Can't put trust in these bitches, these bitches changed

On the block with them ****, was goin' insane, yeah

I ain't come to play

Can't fuck with lil' shawty, she in the way

No time to waste, gotta get to this money, I'm runnin' late, yeah

Better keep a K

Boy, these bullets get drawn like anime

I'ma hop in that foreign and do the race

Yeah, I got the Bentley, Meek got the Wraith, yeah

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it

I fell in love with the game and I married it

Two hundred thou for the walk on a Saturday

I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today

Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot

Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various

I gave that bitch twenty thousand for charity

Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it

Ay, fuck on a private jet

Then he hop in the 'Gatti with the jet motor

Ay, I had just bought out the plug

I got enough drugs to never be sober, yeah

I can't hop in with a scrub

I don't carry dubs in none of my clothing, yeah

I told this bitch to cool off, she was over-excited 'bout my golds, yeah

Choke on the beans, I'm fuckin' her friend

They doin' my chores, yeah

He fresh out and I gave him a wifey

****, that's yours, yeah

I sleep with a K and a couple grenades

I'm ready for war, yeah

Nipsey blue Range Rover SVR

Racks in the safe, I stack it like Lays

My diamonds all colors like a gay parade

Go on your bitch, I could have just laid

But I alley-oop'd to my homie, he ate

I cooked fishscale, he slimed out the plate

Got fifty-two watches and I still come in late

You a sassy bitch, but I don't go on dates

Diamonds canary, stone lemon cakes

Show me attention when I'm in your city

I'm so used to fuckin' on all of your bitches

They wanna fuck us and they know that we pimpin'

Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the fifty, yeah

I work in the backstreets in all of the cities

I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah

Skydweller get wet as Pacific

I ain't sold a drug but my wrist on the chicken, yeah

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it

I fell in love with the game and I married it

Two hundred thou for the walk on a Saturday

I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today

Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot

Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various

I gave that bitch twenty thousand for charity

Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it

Look at my clarity, my diamonds is serious

I got out of jail and I fucked on her period

I know they racist, Gucci interior

Came from a corner to owning my cereal

Meek, we don't need a stylist

Percs, weed, even my balance

Alexander McQueen Margielas

I kill in the streets, you tellin'

Don't run, don't run

Make it home to my son

I be with killers who kill other killers

I'm hangin' with Von

You'd rather buy the bitches back

I'd rather give a new house to my mom

Some **** rather pray to the Bible

When I converted, I pray with my palms

See, keepin' my Glock when I'm in the field

Hop in the track and I burn out the wheels

I fuck with the gangsters, don't fuck with my peers

Fresh out the Jeffrey's, I hop on the Lear

Grippin' that .40, not talkin' a beer

Flawless the diamonds, I bug out the ear

Bentley do wheelies, I pop it in gear

Eight in my cup when I'm walkin' through clear

This lifestyle

Man, that X is fuckin' my pupil

Just turn these lights down

I'm just a wild, wild boy

Chopper ridin' 'round for him

I need my mils like Meek

I'm a thug like Thug and Cal, Cal boy

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it

I fell in love with the game and I married it

Two hundred thou for the walk on a Saturday

I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today

Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot

Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various

I gave that bitch twenty thousand for charity

Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it