Pulp Fiction - Chetta

Live my whole life like a movie

I ain’t acting, I’m shooting

I ain’t picky, just choosy

Bad bitch think she boujee

Bringing it back, yeah, I do it

I ain’t losing, I’m booming

I ain’t switching, just moving

Get a check, yeah, I do it

Them blue hunnits looking stupid

Hanging out with my lil uzi

Pillow talk, oh yea you do it

Money talk, I speak it fluent

Got my clip on Patrick Ewing

Shawty know low key I’m fooling

Off the porch, yea I’m just booted

This exactly how I move

I’m a Saint Bernard neighbor

Money maker

Yea you know me hoe

Heart breaker, chain taker

Get the fuck down on the floor

Pissing purple, smoking urkle

Need some more, I got some more

Sipping turtle, pop a percle

Want some more I gotcha

Got lil bae

Sniffing the key

Murder the beat

Thousand a feature

Pain still when I sleep

Pills when I eat

Swear I don’t need ya

Heart moving on e

Gasoline

When i breathe yuh

Damn she pop it for me

I’m popping a xan

Hoping to keep up

Back of the back, get the key bump

Serving the pack out the trunk front

Do what I want and they say none

Baby girl, no I don’t need love

Passing the wood like a tree, yuh

Call up my woe for the free, yuh

You can get hit where you be, yuh

Killing the moving for me, yuh

Heart cold, wrist sore

I put in work till I bleed

Kick doors, get low

I’m into flipping the scene

They know, they know

This shit ain’t nothing to me

Stunting, I double on me

Action, I don’t even think