Chariot

Chariot - Calboy/Meek Mill/Lil Durk/Young Thug

Lyrics by：Calvin Woods/Robert Rihmeek Williams/Durk Banks/Jeffery Lamar Williams

Composed by：Calvin Woods/Robert Rihmeek Williams/Durk Banks/Jeffery Lamar Williams

P-P-Papamitrou boy

Meek Mill：

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it

I fell in love with this game and I married it

Two hundred thou' for the Wock on a Saturday

I threw the wrap on the Phantom it's matte today

Pushing that b***h with the drip like a chariot

Diamonds on diamonds they comin' in various

I gave that b***h twenty thousand for charity

Counted me out and I'm back and I'm havin' it ayy

Calboy：

I'm from the trenches where I had to get it

I'm so used to trappin' I get it and flip it

I know that you be actin' I know you ain't with it

Bro throw me the package I wrap it and flip it

They say I got money so I'm actin' different

Get it by my lonely so I never listen

Stay callin' my phone this lil' b***h she trippin'

Just leave me alone I'm handlin' business

Work hard I gotta get it I gotta get it

Trap hard we in the kitchen

Diamonds so cold I need a mitten

And my n***as don't fold they never bendin'

Took a loss but s**t happens I get it

With the bosses I'm payin' attention

Told that b***h I ain't wastin' no time

So no I can't wait not a minute

And I pray to the Lord for better days

I'm flexin' hard like a heavyweight

Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel face

Got this .30 on me make 'em run away yeah

B***h I'm gettin' paid

I was in the trap whippin' s**t like a slave

Can't put trust in these b***hes these b***hes changed

On the block with them n***as was goin' insane ayy

I ain't come to play

Can't f**k with lil' shawty she in the way

You in the way

No time to waste

Gotta get to this money I'm runnin' late yeah

Better keep a K

Boy these bullets get drawn like anime

I'ma hop in that foreign and do the race

Yeah I got the Bentley Meek got the Wraith yeah

Meek Mill/Young Thug：

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it

I fell in love with this game and I married it

Two hundred thou' for the Wock on a Saturday

I threw the wrap on the Phantom it's matte today

Pushing that b***h with the drip like a chariot

Diamonds on diamonds they comin' in various

I gave that b***h twenty thousand for charity

Counted me out and I'm back and I'm havin' it ayy

Young Thug：

Woo ayy

F**k on a private jet

They be hoppin' this guiding with a jet motor

Skrt

Ayy I just had bought out the plug

I got enough drugs to never be sober yeah

I can't hop in with a scrub

I don't carry dubs in none of my clothing yeah

I told this b***h to cool off

She was overexcited 'bout my golds yeah uh

Woo

Chokin' the Benz I'm f**kin' her friend

They doin' my chores yeah

He fresh out the can I gave him a wifey

N***a that's yours yeah

No cap

I sleep with a K and a couple grenades

I'm ready for war yeah

Nipsey blue Range Rover SVR

Racks in the safe I'm stackin' like Lays

My diamonds all colors like a gay parade

Woo

Go on your b***h I could've just laid

But I alley-oop'd to my homie he ate

He just scored

That coupe the fishscale he slimed out the plate

Got fifty-two watches and I still come in late

You a sassy b***h but I don't go on dates

Diamonds canary stone lemon cakes

Show me attention when I'm in your city

I'm so used to f**kin' on all of your b***hes

Wanna f**k us since they know that we pimpin'

Giuseppe Zanotti I cop by the fifty

Yeah I work the backstreets in all of the cities

I pay for her thighs lips a*s and her titties

Yeah Skydweller get wet as Pacific

I ain't sold a drug but my wrist on the chicken yeah

Woo woo

Meek Mill/Lil Durk：

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it

I fell in love with this game and I married it

Two hundred thou' for the Wock on a Saturday

I threw the wrap on the Phantom it's matte today

Pushing that b***h with the drip like a chariot

Diamonds on diamonds they comin' in various

I gave that b***h twenty thousand for charity

Yeah yeah

Counted me out and I'm back and I'm havin' it ayy

Yeah yeah

Lil Durk：

Look at my clarity my diamonds is serious

I got out of jail and I f**ked on her period

I know they racist Gucci interior

Came from a corner to ownin' my cereal

Meek we don't need a stylist

Percs w**d give me my balance

Alexander McQueen Margielas

Yeah

I kill in the streets you tellin'

Skrt

Don't run don't run

Make it home to my son

For my son

I be with killers who kill other killers

I'm hangin' with Von

You'd rather buy the b***hes back

I'd rather give a new house to my mom

Some n***as rather pray to the Bible

When I converted I turn with my palms

See keepin' my Glock when I'm in the field

Gang

Hop in the Track and I burn out the wheels

Skrt

I f**k with the gangster don't f**k with my peers

Fresh out the Jeffrey's I hop on the Lear

Grippin' that .40 not talkin' the beer

Flawless the diamonds I bug out the ear

Really do wheelies I pop it in gear

Eight in my cup when I'm walkin' through clear

Mm-mm-mm-mm

This lifestyle

Man the X just f**k with my pupil

Just turn these lights down

I'm just a wild wild boy

Chopper ride around for him

I need my mils like Meek

I'm a thug like Thug and and Cal Calboy

Meek Mill/Lil Durk：

Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it

Trappin'

I fell in love with this game and I married it

Trappin'

Two hundred thou' for the Wock on a Saturday

Uh

I threw the wrap on the Phantom it's matte today

Oh

Pushing that b***h with the drip like a chariot

Yeah

Diamonds on diamonds they comin' in various

Clear

I gave that b***h twenty thousand for charity

Gave the b***h

Counted me out and I'm back and I'm havin' it ayy

Uh oh

Lil Durk：

Mm-mm uh oh

Mm-mm uh oh

Mm-mm uh oh