Chemistry by FTParra Lyrics
Verse 1 (FTParra)
Cooking up in the lab
Smoking green grass
Call me mister tenant
Cuz i know your shit is rented
Flexing for the gram
Shit don't make you rich
Just make you a bitch
Ain't no snitch
Hold it down for my click
Move a pack, sell it quick
Feeling sick, take a sip
Like the homie grandpa rick
Never trust a bitch
You'll get lost up in a ditch
Six feet deep in all the sticks
Don't get lost up in the mix
If you a real one, lemme catch a glimpse
Fuck the little wimps
Hit my line, send a pic
This is all by design
Kept my eyes up on the prize
Got my brothers like we blood
Feeling low, need a chug
Lost in time tryna rhyme
Wasn't there, thought I died
Showed up unidentified
Chorus (Lil Yeezy)
And I trip, and I trip
Feeling fucking wavy
Gotta take another sip
Pass out in the whip
Yeah
Passed out in the whip
Woah, Yeah
Verse 2 (Lil Yeezy)
Cooking up in the lab
Like a fucking chemist
Got the pack on me
Hit my line
You know im blessing
Couldn't stay with the same bitch
She a lame bitch
Had to switch lanes on that bitch
She ain't want that fame shit
I don't fuck with that
That's a fact
It's a trap
Fuck with us
It's a wrap
Get clapped with the mag
Whole squad smoking gas
Laid back, do it all for the cash
Sipping lean in the coup
Feeling wavy might crash
Chorus (Lil Yeexy)
Front a O
Then I flip
Started from a gram
Then got back up on my shit
Copped the bread
Hit a lick
Finesse the bag
Did it quick
And I trip and I trip
Verse 3 (FTParra)
Feeling cross faded pimpin
Tryna hit a million
Thats the mission
Causing no suspicion
Woke my eye now you dippin
Brand new vision like I'm trippin
Send the squad now you missin
Stop your bitchin
Cooking crystal blue
Who are you
Tryna stop me
You ain't cool
You ain't cool
Im just tryna bool with the crew
Smoking a blicky, ain't no stiffy
Hold it down, flip a milli
Cause a frenzy
Acting deadly
Hold it steady
We got plenty
Load the nine
Cock it, ready
Screaming watch it Eddy
Cooking up in the lab
Smoking green grass
Call me mister tenant
Cuz i know your shit is rented
Flexing for the gram
Shit don't make you rich
Just make you a bitch
Ain't no snitch
Hold it down for my click
Move a pack, sell it quick
Feeling sick, take a sip
Like the homie grandpa rick
Never trust a bitch
You'll get lost up in a ditch
Six feet deep in all the sticks
Don't get lost up in the mix
If you a real one, lemme catch a glimpse
Fuck the little wimps
Hit my line, send a pic
This is all by design
Kept my eyes up on the prize
Got my brothers like we blood
Feeling low, need a chug
Lost in time tryna rhyme
Wasn't there, thought I died
Showed up unidentified
Chorus (Lil Yeezy)
And I trip, and I trip
Feeling fucking wavy
Gotta take another sip
Pass out in the whip
Yeah
Passed out in the whip
Woah, Yeah
Verse 2 (Lil Yeezy)
Cooking up in the lab
Like a fucking chemist
Got the pack on me
Hit my line
You know im blessing
Couldn't stay with the same bitch
She a lame bitch
Had to switch lanes on that bitch
She ain't want that fame shit
I don't fuck with that
That's a fact
It's a trap
Fuck with us
It's a wrap
Get clapped with the mag
Whole squad smoking gas
Laid back, do it all for the cash
Sipping lean in the coup
Feeling wavy might crash
Chorus (Lil Yeexy)
Front a O
Then I flip
Started from a gram
Then got back up on my shit
Copped the bread
Hit a lick
Finesse the bag
Did it quick
And I trip and I trip
Verse 3 (FTParra)
Feeling cross faded pimpin
Tryna hit a million
Thats the mission
Causing no suspicion
Woke my eye now you dippin
Brand new vision like I'm trippin
Send the squad now you missin
Stop your bitchin
Cooking crystal blue
Who are you
Tryna stop me
You ain't cool
You ain't cool
Im just tryna bool with the crew
Smoking a blicky, ain't no stiffy
Hold it down, flip a milli
Cause a frenzy
Acting deadly
Hold it steady
We got plenty
Load the nine
Cock it, ready
Screaming watch it Eddy