Nineteen Ninety Nine - Chetta

Its the 1999 to 2000

Whole steal, blow, blow, steal, on some calico

Its the 1999 to 2000

Whole steal, blow, blow, steal, on calico

Baby i should go to walk with these fucking bars

Maybe i should go to walk with these fucking bars

Really i should fucking walk with these fucking bars

Drop top, On a new whip got my block hot

Hot out, with a new bitch give me slap top

Heard bout, you won’t do shit, whatchu talking bout

Smoked out, on a whole zip i can’t go without

All of these drugs got me faded up

All of my plugs keep in waiting on

Your money and your jewlery be fake as fuck

All of our diamonds like blusterous

We on the streets so dangerous

No you can’t hang, can’t play with us

I hit the henny and you getting bust

I paid the price to you getting touched

Who the fuck really want walk

Who bout it, bout it, whos soft

Who really really any more

I do not fit in no more

Really we doing the most

Xanny and lean when i pour

Smoking the gotti i blow

I do not fit in no more

Sit pack, one difference is that, bitch i send shots

Get packed, you can’t throw the shade

Bring that sun out

Wrist watch, is the time a day you can get knock

Tick tock, put it to your face, make your jaw draw

All of my magazines thirty up, All of my products

Dont give a fuck

All of the drama be too much

All of this mud on my dirty cup

Sippin red like im dracula

Shawty saw me sit passanger

We never ride on regular

We perform so spectacular

Woah?!

Who the fuck really want walk

Who bout it, bout it, whos soft

Who really really any more

I do not fit in no more

Really we doing the most

Xanny and lean when i pour

Smoking the gotti i blow

I do not fit in no more

Really we doing the most

Xanny and lean when i pour

Smoking the gotti i blow

I do not fit in no more