[Intro: Coi Leray & Chavo]
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chavo's World 2
I can see, baby, let's just see
Baby, I said, yes, I see, baby, you know I said I see
You know that's what I see, hee, yeah
Yeah, yeah, check, yeah
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

[Chorus: Chavo & Coi Leray]
I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley
I'ma pull up in the coupe, run down on these n***as and air this bitch out 'til it's empty
Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt, American Deli, let's get us a ten-piece
Murder bravado, 24 on the waist but I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty
Murder for hire, .45 on my waist, fuck a case, if I sell him, I'll zip you
Yeah, I ain't the same no more, the weed don't numb the pain no more

[Verse 1: Coi Leray]
Couple n***as switched it up
Bet they won't come around, bitch, you ain't gang no more
I bet these bitches won't catch me lacking
Tell your n***a I said "What's happenin'?"
He slid in my DMs and then we linked up, then I act like I ain't know what happened
Baby, I know I'm too much for you
Baby, don't get too comfortable
Step in this bitch I might pop the boot
The pussy so wet it's like soup
It's like ooh, it's like water (Water)
Ice on my wrist, it's water, yeah (Water)
Broke bitches not my aura (Nah)
Turnt in this bitch, gon' pour it (Yeah)
Couple thot bitches gon' throw it (Yeah)
My bro said he need a couple racks, I hit baby boy but just don't blow it (Ayy)
He said this gon' hold him over (Over)
I said baby boy, take over (Ah)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
[Chorus: Chavo & Coi Leray]
I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley
I'ma pull up in the coupe, run down on these n***as and air this bitch out 'til it's empty
Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt, American Deli, let's get us a ten-piece
Murder bravado, 24 on the waist but I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty
Murder for hire, .45 on my waist, fuck a case, if I sell him, I'll zip you
Yeah, I ain't the same no more, the weed don't numb the pain no more

[Verse 2: Chavo]
Yeah, Biscotti too hotty, we smoke in the lobby
They kick us out, we get it poppin'
I'm up at the W, they found out which I'm room I'm in
They gon' be suckin' and swallowin'
I'm fully-equipped when I'm up in the mall, don't end up get shot when I'm shoppin'
The glizzy is with me when I'm in your city, I keep it on me for precaution
The Cullinan shaped like a yacht or a boat, she got inside it and got carsick (Yeah)
My young n***a won't think about wiping your nose, he having more sticks than Guitar Center (Okay)
He hit him and left him on side of the road, and now his big bro is a pallbearer
I walk through TSA with a whole bunch of gold, that's a awful lot of cough syrup

[Chorus: Chavo & Coi Leray]
I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley
I'ma pull up in the coupe, run down on these n***as and air this bitch out 'til it's empty
Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt, American Deli, let's get us a ten-piece
Murder bravado, 24 on the waist but I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty
Murder for hire, .45 on my waist, fuck a case, if I sell him, I'll zip you
Yeah, I ain't the same no more, the weed don't numb the pain no more
[Outro]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)