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Chedda Bang Lyrics

Ridin' dirty, got a Ruger in your lap
Driving around with an illegal firearm

Black suit, 7:30, couple shooters from the trap
Dressed for a funeral and bringing armed accomplices from the drug dealing world

They done killed the homie brother
The singer's friend's brother has been murdered

Whatchu supposed to do with that?
The artist is unsure of how to react to the death of his friend's brother

Who's gonna tell his baby mother that
The death of the brother has left behind a mother and a child, and the artist is wondering who will break the news to them

Her dude ain't coming back?
He wonders how he can convey that the deceased is not returning

That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap
The pain and tragedy of losing a loved one is difficult to express through music

The block is hot and can't nobody move a pack
With law enforcement on high alert, selling drugs is impossible

When you shooting onsite, you aim the Ruger at his naps
When engaged in violent conflict, the artist aims for the opponent's head

Cut his tongue, hog-tie him, things we usually do to rats
The artist describes the brutal and inhumane acts his crew performs on those they perceive as enemies

What? Who gassed you up and threw a match?
The singer is questioning the motives of those who instigated violence

Don't want police to line you up and you a match
The artist warns against being caught and prosecuted for participating in violence

Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack
The singer advises acting meek to lower others' guard before striking

Brought a gun to wash it down and
The singer carries a gun everywhere, even when it isn't necessary

You can drink it through the tap
The singer is so violent that his anger contaminates everything around him, even the water supply

Now try to picture Malcolm X without the strap
The artist is wondering what Malcolm X would be like without his courage and strength

If Meth Man could navigate the globe without a map
The artist highlights successful figures and their unique abilities

I could beat the pussy up without a scratch
The singer boastfully claims his ability to fight without getting hurt

Time ticking teams clicking, it's a
The world is constantly changing, and the singer is part of a collective effort that's always on the move

I'm trying to bury about a trillion
The artist aims to create significant wealth

Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya
Referring to the show 'Breaking Bad,' the artist compares himself to the successful drug dealer protagonists of the series

And when we coming, we be flowing likes it's water
When they attack, it's like water flowing naturally

I'm so ignorant, spend it before I make it make it
The singer is aware of his financial recklessness and tendency to spend before earning

Pour salt on my food before I taste it
The artist has a bitter attitude and expects the worst in all situations

Pour salt in your wounds, right in the basement
The singer and his crew enjoy harming their enemies physically and emotionally

All of us, statement, one vision
The singer is part of a collective that shares goals and values

Rich dreams
The singer and his crew have aspirations of achieving significant wealth

Couple scars, I heal quicker than wolverine
The artist boasts his ability to recover from injuries quickly

Population, pink slips, quarter greens
The artist is part of a world where jobs and money are scarce

Hood millionaires hide when the wolves out
Despite their wealth, the singer and his crew are still in danger when fighting with other dangerous parties in their neighborhood

Move with security, hold tight to your jewelry
The singer advises being cautious in public and holding on to one's valuables

Once your hood pass revoked, you never get it back
The artist warns against losing respect and status in their neighborhood

Benz's, Bentley's, nah nigga don't tempt me
The artist is tempted by the luxury cars of the wealthy, but also acknowledges that they're out of his reach

Trust I got it on me, I'ma squeeze til it's empty
The artist is always armed and willing to use violence when threatened

Lord forgive me, i need that new 550
The singer craves a new luxury car, acknowledging the sinfulness of his desire

With the cocaine seats, I'm so street
The artist wants a luxury car with drug-related accessories

And when the police came, we don't speak
The singer and his crew never cooperate with law enforcement

From my hood to your hood, ain't nothin sweet
The singer warns against underestimating the rough nature of his neighborhood