EB - Infrared Lyrics

Getting booted up that shit went straight to the head
I'm counting the racks until the day that I'm dead
I come from the Chi, live in the top floor
Live in the pent
I rock number seven
Been a young star like my name Chet
I been rocking navy since I was a sea cadet
I let that bitch take my card and go and play pretend
Took my stick and lit that boy up like a cigarette
I live in the dark I see him running away in infrared
Pass that boy I did a hunnid laps around his head
I been jugging up my whole life now I'm stacking up this bread
Bust down gleaming my boys always eating out they staying fed
I'm the finest Colombian boy
That they ever met
(Wockhardt in my cup) She not lying to me, I'm not dumb
In the backseat drunk
That boy living in a dump
Yeah this my art, my choppa spit you gon drop
Yeah, hit that clutch, speeding like I'm in F1
Better not let me cook on beats
I'm a f*cking machine
Fly out to Bogotá
She addicted like caffeine
Since she met me gowns and jewels
Like a queen
I'm chiefing the gas
Sipping on the lean
Getting booted up that shit went straight to the head
I'm counting the racks until the day that I'm dead
I come from the Chi, live in the top floor
Live in the pent (I'm not done)
I rock number seven
Been a young star like my name Chet
Better not let me cook on beats
I'm a f*cking machine
I was bumping comethazine
Had to be like 13
Played Lil Uzi, Young Thug
On the bus as a boy
My pops ain't know about rap
(Tf you listening to boy?)
I told him back when he was my age he'd never touch this type of money
I told him when I'm his age I'll have three kids paid college
He set me up for failure but I did this shit no problem
Lil boy sitting in the office telling me
(Do something about it)
Hating on me so much felt like my name was f*ckin Donald
I don't play, not no lottery
Pussy boys out here tryna talk to me
I pulled up back of limousine
Off the gas she think I'm a feen