Chit Chat by Reaper Lyrics
Chit chat, Chit chat, click clack, ring that
I get it fixed with a fist match, Bring back
Can’t wait for the spot with the 10 rack
Got it stack it high like Big Shaq!
Tic Tac, Tic Tac, Sick track, no slack
My girl go low when she take that
Just sit back, Six pack, relax
Watch the show as it goes plat!
Verse 1:
Reaper never spend a bag on a bill
Put the bag under my head, man
That’s how I chill
Put the bag under the bed
When shits getting real
Never runnin out, got my hands on wheel
When I roll around town, I ain’t flashin’ the bling
But the crown on my head, you call me king
Got dudes at my door
Tryna’ be in this scene
When I was all low, they werе not be seen
I keep it all real, Brand like thе juice
Words like spiel, look like a duce
Man flyin’ of the shelf, jump straight into pockets
I’m runnin’ you’re neck, crib in the locket
Chorus:
Chit chat, Chit chat, click clack, ring that
I get it fixed with a fist match, Bring back
Can’t wait for the spot with the 10 rack
Got it stack it high like Big Shaq!
Tic Tac, Tic Tac, Sick track, no slack
My girl go low when she take that
Just sit back, Six pack, relax
Watch the show as it goes plat!
Verse 2:
I run it all solo
Suckin’ on polo
Gotta new dress
But swag like cholo
Got my own mess, but never do low blows
It’s never bout’ me, always sotros
I got a lotta bitches, they got a lotta caps
I never trust snitches, cuz they never got yo back
I play the game okay, but its never going 2 way
When I give you my word, Imma take you the true way
Reaper all smooth, bright like candies
Ain’t no sleuth, but I am in your fancies
Fully invested if I’m fkin with you
Fall in a ditch and I’ll still pull us thru
Chorus:
Chit chat, Chit chat, click clack, ring that
I get it fixed with a fist match, Bring back
Can’t wait for the spot with the 10 rack
Got it stack it high like Big Shaq!
Bridge:
I’m my own man
From when it began
Gotta short time span
But imma man with a plan
Wasn’t blest enough to roll with a gang
I’m steppin out now,I’ll be back with a clan
Chit chat, but I ain’t got no time to gossip
You runnin you’re mouth, better go floss it
Wrap it up now,need to go deposit
Waiting for the checks bruh, need a new closet
Chorus:
Chit chat, Chit chat, click clack, ring that
I get it fixed with a fist match, Bring back
Can’t wait for the spot with the 10 rack
Got it stack it high like Big Shaq!
Tic Tac, Tic Tac, Sick track, no slack
My girl go low when she take that
Just sit back, Six pack, relax
Watch the show as it goes plat!
I get it fixed with a fist match, Bring back
Can’t wait for the spot with the 10 rack
Got it stack it high like Big Shaq!
Tic Tac, Tic Tac, Sick track, no slack
My girl go low when she take that
Just sit back, Six pack, relax
Watch the show as it goes plat!
Verse 1:
Reaper never spend a bag on a bill
Put the bag under my head, man
That’s how I chill
Put the bag under the bed
When shits getting real
Never runnin out, got my hands on wheel
When I roll around town, I ain’t flashin’ the bling
But the crown on my head, you call me king
Got dudes at my door
Tryna’ be in this scene
When I was all low, they werе not be seen
I keep it all real, Brand like thе juice
Words like spiel, look like a duce
Man flyin’ of the shelf, jump straight into pockets
I’m runnin’ you’re neck, crib in the locket
Chorus:
Chit chat, Chit chat, click clack, ring that
I get it fixed with a fist match, Bring back
Can’t wait for the spot with the 10 rack
Got it stack it high like Big Shaq!
Tic Tac, Tic Tac, Sick track, no slack
My girl go low when she take that
Just sit back, Six pack, relax
Watch the show as it goes plat!
Verse 2:
I run it all solo
Suckin’ on polo
Gotta new dress
But swag like cholo
Got my own mess, but never do low blows
It’s never bout’ me, always sotros
I got a lotta bitches, they got a lotta caps
I never trust snitches, cuz they never got yo back
I play the game okay, but its never going 2 way
When I give you my word, Imma take you the true way
Reaper all smooth, bright like candies
Ain’t no sleuth, but I am in your fancies
Fully invested if I’m fkin with you
Fall in a ditch and I’ll still pull us thru
Chorus:
Chit chat, Chit chat, click clack, ring that
I get it fixed with a fist match, Bring back
Can’t wait for the spot with the 10 rack
Got it stack it high like Big Shaq!
Bridge:
I’m my own man
From when it began
Gotta short time span
But imma man with a plan
Wasn’t blest enough to roll with a gang
I’m steppin out now,I’ll be back with a clan
Chit chat, but I ain’t got no time to gossip
You runnin you’re mouth, better go floss it
Wrap it up now,need to go deposit
Waiting for the checks bruh, need a new closet
Chorus:
Chit chat, Chit chat, click clack, ring that
I get it fixed with a fist match, Bring back
Can’t wait for the spot with the 10 rack
Got it stack it high like Big Shaq!
Tic Tac, Tic Tac, Sick track, no slack
My girl go low when she take that
Just sit back, Six pack, relax
Watch the show as it goes plat!