Chelsea Maverick - Dark Web (feat. Boochini George) Lyrics

I can never tell
I'm treating you just like 12
Jumped off the porch
I was eleven
Am I going to hell or going to heaven
If she hold it down
I'mma bless her well
I'm bigger than an 80 on the scale
My geeker smoke ya for a seven
I ain't tryna give these bitches leverage
The whole frequency changing when I step in
Can't give you a minute or a second
I was made for the game man it was destined
You that nigga I didn't get the message
Every time that you see me, it's perfection
If I could, I would change it for the better
Little bitch said I'm famous, it's whatever
I've been fly, I just came to get my feathers
Hey, cut the bitch off, had a dead her
Hoes on my line like bill collectors
Said she wasn't f*cking with Maverick
But she pulling up to the crib, now she f*cking with Maverick
Turn a good girl to a slut and a savage
Had to flood the wrist with a couple of carrots
You could be stuck in the hood or up in a palace
Every time she see me, she say, that's my daddy, uh
I ain't tryna give these bitches no leverage
I ain't tryna give these bitches no data
I ain't tryna give these bitches nada
I ain't tryna give them no data, nah nah
I ain't tryna give these little bitches like nada
I ain't tryna give these bitches no data, yeah, yeah
I can never tell
I'm treating you just like 12
Jumped off the porch
I was eleven
Am I going to hell or going to heaven
If she hold it down
I'mma bless her well
I'm bigger than a 80 on the scale
My geeker smoke ya for a seven
I ain't tryna give these bitches leverage
I ain't tryna give a bitch leverage
I ain't tryna give her no data
I ain't tryna give her no average
Young nigga, yeah, and I'm paid up, I'm paid up
Yeah, if my leg broken, still chasing that paper
Put 10 toes down, then I came up, f*ck the game up
She a cover girl aint no makeup Shake niggas for designer
She just might go and play them All for designer
Ayy, little bitch, don't come play me huh Better wear your safety belt
Any time you gon' be around the Chini, might as well
Watch yourself and watch your step Bitch, you better watch your tone
I'm pimp on the gang, I'm pimp on the track I'm pinned to the throne
I gotta get in the zone Money calling, better pick up the phone
My bitch is back to the bone She give me the bag, then I'm gone
She give me the bag and I'm gone I do her wrong and I'm wrong
I might just skate off, hit the playoff And I'm back in the morning
Back in the morning, back in the business Yeah, I'm hitting the hit list
I guess I just did her wrong Guess I'm back on the shit list, hey
I can never tell
I'm treating you just like 12
Jumped off the porch
I was eleven
Am I going to hell or going to heaven
If she hold it down
I'mma bless her well
I'm bigger than an 80 on the scale
My geeker smoke ya for a seven
I ain't tryna give these bitches leverage