Chat Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full Chat lyrics by JPEGMAFIA from the album EXPERIMENTAL RAP along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jpegmafia’s music, you can also explore 内景 (Inside) and No Strippers in Heaven, two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Intro]
Chat, chat
Chat, okay
Chat
This one’s for Rodney Hinton Jr, baby
Play it
In this b!tch right now

[Chorus]
Chat, point me to the house
I’m upping this b!tch right now
Free Rodney Hinton Jr

Stop letting ’em kill my child
Free Lee-Lee, Free D. Chauvin
So they can put that b!tch in the ground
I’m upping this b!tch right now
These ghost guns don’t make no sounds

[Verse 1]
Ay, they killing our kids with them pop guns
I’m riding ’round town with a shotgun
Act cool, we gon’ let ’em feel hot ones
Never switch sides like OVO Popcaan
Who this white b!tch calling the cops on?
You broke with nothing to put a lock on
I’m floating on everything that I hop on
I’m the ghost of O.J. and Johnny Cochran
N!ggas don’t know how to play it when I hop on
I’m the wrong little n!gga to try to pop on
I see you Diddy-ass n!ggas still stalking
.45 got that bite for a bargain, I muzzled the barrel
This bite for your barking, I’m done with the talking
N!ggas be knowing they pu*sy, I stare at your carcass, littlе n!gga, I don’t see no dog in it
Fu*king her like Mr. Marcus, you treat ‘еm like Trump, you a ho giving out all the pardons
I told my Russian b!tch, Donald is puppeting, this pu*sy n!gga a Sputnik
Vote for Peggy, no funny s*it, breaking the covenant, never missing my target like Thomas did

[Chorus]
Chat, point me to the house
I’m upping this b!tch right now
Free Rodney Hinton Jr
Stop letting ’em kill my child
Free Lee-Lee, Free D. Chauvin
So they can put that b!tch in the ground
I’m upping this b!tch right now
These ghost guns don’t make no sounds

[Verse 2]
All of these movements is coming unglued, no talking, just pick up and shoot
The civil war started, we need more recruits
We got sticks and militias, the chicks out the coupe
All of this ice on my neck, they gon’ try to remove, got my people in danger, they voting for you
Yeah, my daddy came here with no socks and no shoes, just some sticks in the mud and a yop in the boot
I cannot leave my house if I don’t got the tool
Keep one eye open for the bacon in blue
I don’t eat bacon, I get with the blues
Aim at that bopper and switch up his hue
I do not see a rank, so my hand won’t salute
I got bullets for the traitors and liars in suits
I got a prior, I can’t leave the coupe
I’m not admired by n!ggas who lose
Plant my feet and get ready to bop, she feel like a Kennedy, I’m hitting her top
They looking for me like my n!ggas Osama, these cave b!tches harboring me for the summer
Thought certain n!ggas would keep it 100, I swear these n!ggas more like the runnas
Still bumping Ye, you know I was gonna
These n!ggas jump out the street when they wanna

[Chorus]
Chat, point me to the house
I’m upping this b!tch right now
Free Rodney Hinton Jr
Stop letting ’em kill my child
Free Mikey, Free D. Chauvin
So they can put that b!tch in the ground
I’m upping this b!tch right now
These ghost guns, don’t make no sound

[Outro]
Chat
Chat
Chat