Christ Dillinger Chin Check (feat. Bruhmanegod & Dj Smokey)
[Intro - Acid Souljah]
These rappers down bad, they make fools out of themselves
Why you DM'ing my bro asking me to text you back?
That shit hella wack, I don't wanna make a song
You in a dickriding ass collective, on God
You're making trap metal in 2023
Bitch, kill yourself, that could never be me
Don't worry about what the f..ck he be doin'
It's DJ Smokey!
Don't look the shadow people directly in the eyes
Call the fire department, we just nuked the building
[Chorus - Bruhmanegod]
I feel so alive in this shit, yeah
Chin check a muhfucka ridin' on my dick, yеah
You ain't even got no hits, yeah
Givе your mom a hug, she already got a [?], yeah
Holy shit
Make the f..cking sacrifice
Bitch I don't even smoke and I'm still higher than a satellite
Alive
While you still humiliate yourself on live (on live)
On live (on live)
[Verse - Christ Dillinger]
Turn on the stove and hand me the scale
Whatever you need, we got it for sale
Sha-sha-shadow
I [push?] that Camaro like a flying car
Rappers asking for favors like I'm an A&R
Whatever she need I'ma get it for her
Mink drag on the floor when I'm wearin' that fur
I'm driving that boy around like a chauffeur
Your bitch come to my house and we start doing [?]
So much rocks on my wrist that be lookin' absurd
Hate Supreme, got that new YoungBoy shirt
We got more guns than Skirt McGirt
Money long as f..ck, just off speaking words
Triple stack an E, move like Fred Flintstone
My bitch a hoe, she put in work
Shadow Rich Gang just took your soul and you'll never get it back
I got pussy stains on all my black shirts
Reaching for my chain, end up in the dirt
[Chorus - Bruhmanegod]
I feel so alive in this shit, yeah
Chin check a muhfucka ridin' on my dick, yeah
You ain't even got no hits, yeah
Give your mom a hug, she already got a [?], yeah
Holy shit
Make the f..cking sacrifice
Bitch I don't even smoke and I'm still higher than a satellite
Alive
While you still humiliate yourself on live (on live)
On live (on live)
[Verse - Acid Souljah]
These rappers down bad, they make fools out of themselves
Why you DM'ing my bro asking me to text you back?
That shit hella wack, I don't wanna make a song
You in a dickriding ass collective, on God
You're making trap metal in 2023
Bitch, kill yourself, that could never be me
I'll never make a trap metal song in my life
If I do that shit stab me like a hundred million times with a f..cking knife
[Chorus - Bruhmanegod]
I feel so alive in this shit, yeah
Chin check a muhfucka ridin' on my dick, yeah
You ain't even got no hits, yeah
Give your mom a hug, she already got a [?], yeah
Holy shit
Make the f..cking sacrifice
Bitch I don't even smoke and I'm still higher than a satellite
Alive
While you still humiliate yourself on live (on live)
On live (on live)
[Outro]
Shadow Wizard Money Gang
[?]
Smoking is bad for your health
Especially when it's your own flesh you're smoking
