Chyna Whyte

Ya'll know me right? I'm that same bitch ya'll niggas want for half price Same bitch ya'll niggas be blamin' all ya'll problems on I'm the reason why half ya'll niggas Can't even go in your mom's crib no more Uh.I'm the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff And get his hos hit, make his toes shift Tell the mans and them, look, ya'll ain't have shit Til ya'll motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit The reason Mike fucked around and moped his bitch In his jones, little son Troy is loc'ed and shit I ain't the cause of niggas with knives that tote this shit It's when they spit cause niggas came up real short with they shit And I'm on a nigga little novicane, straight to the brain Shoot it up and get both his nose and toes at the same Nigga's gave me nickname, Chyna, last name Whyte Guaranteed to have your ass open first nigh Bad bitch, slanted eyes, powered with white Somethin' special, not your average baddest little thing in sight I know this dude, Ritz, that fucked with a bitch Get you right, matter of fact, dude could get her half price No shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin' nice, dime shit Had ya'll motherfuckers believin' that ya'll can fly and shit Matter fact Mel, used to fucka girl Trish gal Unique hit little E and bomb bags heroin Now they assed out, in the hood massed out Gave a rex and Tim's fucked up with they gats out With no love "Ill Nana, Ill Nana, I need ten dollars, Ill Nana" "Baby, I can't give you no more money" "What you mean you can't give me no money?" "Man, boy, where's my TV?" "Nana, I smoked the TV" Uh, no love, changed a few thugs, new drugs Niggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten Hottest shit to hit the streets, divide the peeps Divide crew love, fuck trees, now it's OZ's Small leaks and niggas with false leads and nose bleeds Wein popped, pop shells and close sales Bitches, they nose frail, got the word that coke sale Uh, flip it once you can match a nigga bail Uh, flip it twice you officially on Had the richest niggas fucked up, kissin' your thong Mystery's on Uh, flip it three times, you straight, crib on a lake Crystal and cheese cake, cock sucker D shake, niggas flake Huh, flip it once more, you're leary, huh Feds in your ass, skid money don't make money What happened to get money? the bitches The cars, and brick money The spot on Bain Bridge Ya'll niggas ain't claimin' shit now, huh Ya'll know me now, fucked up in the game No love, no love