Chy Cartier's Adlibs

Take me -in your arms tonight. -Ooh, Sav, killing it!

Somebody take me in your arms tonight.

Yeah, yeah.

Somebody take me in your arms tonight.

Cowboy spinner and I got it from a rapper friend.

Same night folks made it slap at them, you heard Chad Cartiers ad libs, that's bap, bap, and bap again.

Since then, I ain't heard no chat again. Yo, this weren't no accident, I run it up like

Mo Farah. You know I go nala, I fill up this whole ladder. Sent the card to

GoGrabber, wait, I'm about to go madder.

Bro don't do graffiti, but believe me, he's a known tagger. Running through these bands, need a bigger bucket list.

I don't want no drama, but won't hesitate to up the blick.

Double M got nine double M's when I stuff the clip. He'd still be alive right now if he just done this.

-Nigga, don't! -That's insane.

I done years on that blue mat, my back's in pain. This money got a hell of niggas acting strange.

Like, just because I rap, now the facts have changed.

I still got packs of cane, still got waps for days. Still got jakes on my tail, I'm off the map with.

Still got tricks on my sleeve, might drop my track with.

And if you don't know my name, then go ask your bae. Twenty-five thousand if you want a verse.

I don't want that slow shit, I want the one that skurt. Bro, I bought my mom a purse, it came with her initials in.

I was going serene, now it's five-star Michelin. Aight, bro, you listening?

You see how my shit glistening.

I'm Muslim, but if he reaches for it, then I'll christen him. Stripped up, eating chicken wings, she told me to stick it in.

The clip went viral and when bro and them was clipping him.

I'm missing in the wind, I put my foot down, was locked up, went hot meal.

Changed the outlook, nigga, look now. They threw the book at me, I'm getting booked now, I'm good now.

-Yo. -Shut down everything, then push up.

Check. Airport scanner and I got it from a trapper mate.

Ran a few tests, now I'm patterned when I pack a case. Babybels in the plastic, but I ain't packing lunch.

Upgrade the Glee with the Switch, call it pack-a-punch.

Trying to write bars in the stu when I'm with mines. But cash wanna talk, trapper me, I can't help myself. Got

M's put away, music can't put me on a shelf. Paranoid and on point, I love it,

I've got mental health. Airport diplomatic, fast track, pattern lanes. My

OGs are snatching souls, my YGs are snatching chains.

Scrap the gold, buy a pack, punch time, catching trains.

That's cream smoke to the chest or downtown smacking veins. We move random, so there ain't no catching me.

She's business-based, selling pussy, me, I just smack it free.

Before you put a wap down, you gotta go and slap a tree. And wartime ain't a joke, so make sure you're stacking

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