Chief - Jackin' Styles (feat. Mesh) Lyrics

Yeah, uh
We noticed most people out there jackin' styles, let me show you how we jack styles properly
My nigga Mesh in the house, yeah, let's go
Blaow

Just stepped in harrods, I came wid a bag (uh)
Stepped on the opps side, I'm waving this flag
Now I'm cooking this crack (whip, whip)
And if you're talking bout creps, well then mine cost a bag

Know we coming through with a bang
Trips up to Brum so we hang
Tryna make money wid the fam
Gyal on me, why you mad

Posted on the block like a low life (auhauhhauh)
J Hus flow cah it so nice
Y'all already know I give the hoes pipe (hustla baby)
Chat shit about my bro, get your bros swiped

Panic and dash, tryna make a stack
Opps can't rap about man
Nuttin, must be buzzing, boots no cutting
Shotty too loose keep running

One, two, three to the four
Snoop Doggy Dogg featuring the big bro
Let's get dough, talk about hoes I get more (Eastside)
Who wants war with this flow

My two point bars stay delicious, malicious
Biggie, passed off the money dishes up to Diddy
Silly, moving willy nilly
Bad Boy, uh, you know we keep it gritty

Magical flows I move like Houdini (mobo)
She be rubbing on my dick just like genie (brrr, brrr)
Spent four hunna on a whip, that's Lamborghini (yahh)
Why your man staring, I know he wanna be me (uhh)
Just dropped a quarter on the chain (chain)
And I spent eighty on a range (boop, boop)
Spray the twin cannon let it sing
It ain't nuttin but a little G thang (uh huh)

Tryna take trips to Miami (huh)
Flying on the jet with my grammy (huh)
Tryna take my son coz we chilling (huh)
Still paid my nanny two million (boss)
Lyrics got my wife out the kitchen (huh)
Never gonna hear the money's missing (huh)
Tryna double back on a double sack
Know I brought it back on another track (boss)