RAYMONEYXV, Child Chauncey - THE USUAL Lyrics

I don't live my life
But I grip on my knife
Most bitches need to give me some life
I'm like why?
You cap on a track
You drillin', you left
Ask him to catch
That cap in the bag
Cap in the bag
Cap from the tack huh
Cap for the clip
That's stuck in his mack
Money on my mind
I be speaking stacks yeah
Money on my mind
I be think about racks huh
Fuckin up like usual
Inside I feel like a criminal
That's how you toxic I am fuckin your girl like damn
Like what, Like how?
When I fight I never go down
Just get at me I'll fuck your bitch and I made you bleed ay
I'm violent I'm toxic
When your fighting me
Your gonna have to like it
I could sense it
Y'all pussies and that's it like
Then who you gonna pick it's hard it broke my heart apart
What kind of sorcery?
Is this over fuckin glory?

I don't live my life
But I grip on my knife
Most bitches need to give me some life
I'm like why?
You cap on a track
You drillin', you left
Ask him to catch
That cap in the bag
Cap in the bag
Cap from the tack huh
Cap for the clip
That's stuck in his mack
Money on my mind
I be speaking stacks yeah
Money on my mind
I be think about racks huh
Fuckin up like usual
Inside I feel like a criminal
That's how you toxic I am fuckin your girl like damn
Like what, Like how?
When I fight I never go down
Just get at me I'll fuck your bitch and I made you bleed ay
I'm violent I'm toxic
When your fighting me
Your gonna have to like it
I could sense it
Y'all pussies and that's it like
Then who you gonna pick it's hard it broke my heart apart
What kind of sorcery?
Is this over fuckin glory?