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Aesthetic Prod - Online Lyrics

[Chorus: Chase Fetti x3]
I aim good, I had the J's on lock
I would front to work if they paid on time
I'm scrapin' change to hit his vein with this nog
Gettin' paid by design, these the days of our lives

[Verse 1: Chase Fetti]
Uh, you used to deal Girl, now you unemployed
My fiends jump for joy, my smack hittin', like a punch from Roy
Jones, should I keep the chrome? Ain't have another choice
I'm a bad guy, a rabbi, how I be touchin', boy
I was cuttin' that, boy, with M30's that switch
My stick Bernie Mac, with a clip curve
In fact, you'll get buried, like tryna stick curry
Grab the grip, every time I leave the brib, my bitch worried, uh
Look, I tell her I'm straight, six-thirty
Niggas Oscar the Grouch, I was movin' 'em big birdies
That paper, I make it rain, I promise you'll get, flurries
Like, "damn, where the fuck did you park? Bitch, hurry"
My chips sturdy and they all down
I came from the block like Karl Towns
This Nas, but the law's foul's
This pot and this fork wild
I beat it like Ron Browz
Good stamps, had 'em on the lines like the call dial
[Chorus: Chase Fetti & Conway the Machine x2]
I aim good, I had the J's on lock
I would front to work if they paid on time
I'm scrapin' change to hit his vein with this nog
Gettin' paid by design, these the days of our lives (Look)

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
I don't know why niggas feel they can stop me (Uh)
I gave niggas the blueprint, you niggas should watch me (Pay attention)
Hit in my top and that still didn't drop me (God)
Two in the mornin', got the stick in the Bourbon, out that Benny Hibachi (Hahahaha)
Vintage Versace, this Hennessy got me (Woo)
I'll be, still in your top three, for infinity, probably, watch me (Talk to 'em)
Been a menace, since I've been feelin' this cocky (Uh-huh)
Switch on the Glock and the wrist is all rocky (Boom, boom, boom)
Nigga, and the neck chunky (Huh)
Not from the rap checks that I collect monthly (Ha)
Man, them niggas don't get an ounce of respect from me (Not at all)
You rap niggas to me is just lunch meat (Hahahahaha)
Food, nigga (Food), my jewels bigger
No SI's, this flawless, boss, our jewels differ (Bring)
My bitch jump out a Benz, Chanel bag, Lou' slippers (Bag)
It's nothin' to push the button and get you removed, nigga, Machine (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: Chase Fetti x2]
I aim good, I had the J's on lock
I would front to work if they paid on time
I'm scrapin' change to hit his vein with this nog
Gettin' paid by design, these the days of our lives