BROCKHAMPTON - CHICK Lyrics
[Intro]Why you look like that? (he looks crazy as *****)He look crazy as hellBut he dress well (oh my God)Why his face look puff?Why he look like that? (you look like a)Why your hair like that? (like a chipmunk or something)Why your teeth like that? (or like a prairie dog)Why your cheeks like that?[Verse 1: Matt Champion]I got this shitty moustache, and a new haircutShort but tall enough to ride every ride so it's fair enoughTeeth crooked but my breath fresh just like the evergreensMy attitude is bit like, a psys- *****!You mean a psychopathI bet the marble feel good on your bare footI'm in the backyard hiding out like I'm BigfootAnd I won't cater to youYeah I am not Carrabba's, and I ain't taking ordersHere for the loot, and to inspire some of youTo do what you do despite all the "***** you's"Cause they shit on your shit, stab you right in the back'Til you're shittin' on the toilet with Grammys in your lap[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]Niggas talk a lot of shit, in a safe placeAiming with they keyboard, they shootin' uppercaseI'm booking tour dates, money in the suitcaseCommander and the chief like, Barack HusseinSame nigga, two names, I am onto new thingsFlying out of Houston, lemme say a few thingsI don't give a ***** about you or your screen nameI'ma be a star even if I say the same thingsCause them same things keep me on the wavelengthsI dropped another verse, so you gon' have to pay meGlock with no safety, seen niggas on the pavementOver gang affiliations, guns with extensionsSeeing niggas get anxious, all these internet gangstasI'm running outta patience, nigga, stick to your day shiftAnd watch what you're saying, and please keep prayingCause niggas talk big 'til that price on their head[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]I feel these voices always drown out all the noise in the roomThey don't employ you for your purpose, they just need a platoonAnother number in a line ready to march into tombsI ain't the one to assume, I put the coon in tycoonWe colonizing the moon, I see you look to the skyAnd start to wish it was you, sometimes I wish I was meSometimes I'm watching my lifeI'm dissociated from what eats my heart up at nightSleep on a cloud of my strifeI ain't afraid of the heights, they all afraid to appallI'm just afraid of excitement being a trip to the mallI need a summer to fall, I need a winter to springGot all these seasons within me, building a story to singDon't need a dollar to dream, I need a billion in factsI need a trillion in wealth, y'all niggas need to relaxI wanna build up the culture, they wanna dream in the trapI took the zoom off my lens, and I saw the world in my lap[Outro: Kevin Abstract]I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bagKeep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bagI'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bagKeep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bagI'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bagKeep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bagI'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bagKeep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bagI'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bagKeep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bagI'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bagKeep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bagI'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bagKeep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bagI'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bagKeep the sand in the
