Video Painting de Chuckyy 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Chuckyy - Painting Lyrics

[Intro]
We put shit in paintings, niggas get cropped out, understand, understand, understand, dumbass nigga
You hear them bells, a motherfucker get popped and left on t
Hey ass
That's how that shit be fadin' out, I just know it
Like, I ain't never gettin' popped, but I know motherfuckers that be fadin' in and out, 10 milli' shells burnin' the fuck out a nigga (Is that Young3Three?)

[Verse]
If you ready to die, come tweak with the gang, gon' throw your ass right in the paintin'
Smokin' dead opps, this shit hit hard, Gervonta Davis
Uh, she talkin' 'bout she want a fully, come here, she don't know Chuckyy drive her crazy
Uh, I cashed out on a new Benz, but I got a Scat Pack, I'm an '06 baby
Uh, you know I'ma drive that crazy and the top speed on the Jailbreak one-eighty
I'm only eighteen, up three hundred plus, that's why these grown men hate me (Fuck on)
Uh, I'm fuckin' new hoes, every day, a new Rolls, that's another reason they hate me (That's nothin')
Uh, I don't even be rockin' the J, pop out fresh as fuck, these hoes can't take me (Can't take it)
Uh, I remember all we knew was kill, pop out broad day, ski mask, we bake him (Rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
That's the same nigga talk on the 'net, now they facin' him up, gotta give him a facial (He head)
Uh, them 10 milli' shells hit hard, they bust shit open, his ass need staples (Rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
Uh, when I was fifteen, had a Glock 23, leave his ass with a circle like bagels (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
The opps always on the 'net, we don't never respond, tryna trick me, they need savior (Need savior)
Frr, switch let off, leave his ass wet like a pond, now his dumb ass on the pavement
Niggas wanna be Bloodbathh, niggas be skinny dippin', they bitch ass bathin' (They bathin')
Uh, when we hit niggas' block, it don't look how it look on IG, shit be vacant (Like where the fuck they at?)
How I'm feelin', ain't really give a nigga no passes, killin' the strip bitch naked (Damn)
Caught his ass tryna be low in the fishbowl whip, come here, where you goin'? Bro, bake him (Phew-phew-phew-phew)
I don't know about the 9s, but I love the 10, them bitches be real soul takers (Grrah, boom)
Every time I land in a different state, niggas know me, I'm oh-so famous (What's up?)
Every time I slid, I ain't never got shot at, nigga, I'm the one doin' the bangin' (Rrah, rrah)
These fuck niggas actin' like Diddy, we ain't playin' like that, we put shit in a paintin'
[Outro]
We put shit in a paintin' for real, nigga get cropped out, nigga get boxed in, you know?
Nigga get boxed out, we do rebounds, we catch rebounds, nigga, we
We do second chance points, all, everything, you know?
We comin', ayy, ayy, you know? Gang, know what I'm sayin'?