Social Distancing

([?] straight cooked this motherfucker up)
(What’s happening, Chi Chi?)

I told her to fly if she scared of the virus, I send her a private to get here
I made four hundred dollars off of each of these pounds, I ain’t trippin’, it’s gon be a good year
Solomon trappin’ while I got my hand on the chopper, I’m keepin’ my eyes in the rearview
I’m from Atlanta where they pay to triple cross niggas that dap you up then they’ll kill you
These niggas fake and I’m real, I don’t feel ’em
My niggas takers, ain’t worried bout them stealing
I run with apes and some baby gorillas
I know a few (Shh), I can buy me a nigga
Said I wouldn’t change but my chains’ a lil’ bigger
Four-carat ring leave a scar if I hit you
Look like a spaceship, got stars in my vehicle
These niggas fake and I don’t wanna deal with ’em all

I’m social distancing
Man, these niggas can’t touch me, I can’t get sick
Good excuse to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain’t got no heart and I’m devil-sent
I’m on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, no round of applause
We just gon’ say that they won the award

Slide in the daytime then come back at night
We gon’ make sure that nobody play with us
They make me mad, I’ma turn up
Let’s talk about money, I swear I been saving up
I’m really sick with this shit, got ’em throwing up
He hit a lick for a brick now he going up
My niggas rapping, you see us, we blowin’ up
Hit the bitch for a rack then ignore her
I’m so sick of these rats and these hoes
I might marry my girl and just go away
Eat her out if she rich, got expensive taste
We ain’t gotta rush, told the pilot to fucking wait
Ain’t no way I can go on no fuckin’ date
I don’t know her and she don’t know me
My lil’ boy had turned up at a young age
You can say that it run in my genes

I’m social distancing
Man, these niggas can’t touch me, I can’t get sick
Good excuse to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain’t got no heart and I’m devil-sent
I’m on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, no round of applause
We just gon’ say that they won the award
I’m social distancing
Man, these niggas can’t touch me, I can’t get sick
Good excuse to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain’t got no heart and I’m devil-sent
I’m on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, no round of applause
We just gon’ say that they won the award

I’m social distancing
Man, these niggas can’t touch me, I can’t get sick

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