Receipts

(Damn Chose)

Ayy, say, you can check the facts
You know I ain't never lied in a song
Everything I talked about, I actually did (DJ Chose)
Woo, shout out T-Boy

(Hard body) ayy
Turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
All your friends be dead, nigga, you must fuck with Uzi
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci (yeah)
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that

Wait you know we put shit in the grave for playing games bitch (yeah)
Pull on side the whip and spray, fuck who he came with (yeah)
Real ape up out the jungle you can't tame this (bitch)
Nigga sweet as cookies call them Famous Amos
Fuck with the opps then you gon' die for who you hang with (yeah)
T-shirt blood stains what the business is? (what it is? Yeah)
Drop a diss, youngin hollerin' what the ticket is
Ooh, push that dick off in his bitch I don't care how you feel

Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
All your friends be dead, nigga, you must fuck with Uzi
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci (yeah)
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that

Paid off them bodies if I murk 'em get a hundo
I'm on 75 with a .30 in the console
Pop 'em from the three I'ma pull up like Toronto
Bitch I beat a murder charge I feel like OJ in that Bronco
Brand new Glock nine but I can shoot don't call me Rondo
And I just added hollow tips them bitches piercing just like Paul
We throw them dirty sticks away just so the murders never solved
And I ain't never squash no beef so bitch your OG better not call

Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
All your friends be dead, nigga, you must fuck with Uzi
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci (yeah)
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that

(Damn Chose
Hard body
DJ Chose)