Chop

Christian Davis

I got the chop
And bro got the stick
And you getting knocked
If you talking shit
Put that shit on mom
Put that shit on my kids
Only time he talk shit is
When niggas ain’t there
When I walk in that bitch
Bet he look and he stare
But he ain’t foolin me see
I know he a bitch
Run up on gang
Get shot in yo shit
Respect on my name
Bitch I hold a lotta that
I’m at the top, I ain’t going back
Ask for a feat, I ain’t doing that
I’m in the back like a full back
Run thru yo trap like a floor mat
We at the top of the tip top
Bro got yo bitch
In the back of the Nissan
Fucking that bitch
Put yo shawty on recline
Hit from the back
Then her ass getting blocked
Slide down my way
Boy yo ass gon get popped
No question, we shooting
I’m callin lil Johnny, he Cuban
I know he get loose
He don’t need direction
He know what to do
Ain’t no other options
I’m calling the troops
Them niggas gone pull up
And shoot
Pussy ass nigga
Just watch how you move
Talking that shit
Get you put on the news
The team on my back
Like Ndamukong Suh
Bitch I’m a shark
I swim in the water with fish
These niggas soft as a bitch
I’m calling up twomp
And he pullin’ with 6
Frank got the shot
Keep it tucked in the bitch
Move thru the city
Don’t tuck in the six
I’m all in yo zone
Like I’m running that bitch
That 30 waistline
You can not take mine
Try me lil nigga
I’m blowing that bitch
I got the chop
And bro got the stick
And you getting knocked
If you talking shit
Put that shit on mom
Put that shit on my kids
Only time he talk shit is
When niggas ain’t there
When I walk in that bitch
Bet he look and he stare
But he ain’t foolin me see
I know he a bitch
Run up on gang
Get shot in yo shit
I know how to move
I done turned to a beast
I feel like I’m Kobe
I turn up like Keef
These niggas weak
Im on that lean
Got me slowed down
Fuck being cool
Bitch I’m really on go now
Ayy, I got the sauce
I got lost in
Ain’t hop in the streets
I got tossed in
These niggas sweet
How you vet
But you ball like a rook
Step on this court
Bitch yo ass getting cooked
I feel like the chef
Bitch it’s bake time
That nigga want smoke
We gone make time
You getting smacked
These hollows
Gone fly at yo head
I’m not missing shit
Bitch I’m leaving ‘em dead
Ayy, I’m shooting them red ones You talking shit till the feds come
Niggas come kick in yo door
Not finna beef with no hoe
Can’t beef with no nigga
Who broke
Nigga yo money low
You need to get it up
I’m smoking runtz
Mix that shit
With the purple punch
We getting money
Like we was the Brady Bunch
10 Figure Nigga
You niggas can’t hang with us
Niggas be faking
And claiming they real
Sit down lil nigga
You not in the field
Like really I am
Fuck it might load up the leads
That full metal jacket
Gone crack thru yo head
I got the chop
And bro got the stick
And you getting knocked
If you talking shit
Put that shit on mom
Put that shit on my kids
Only time he talk shit is
When niggas ain’t there
When I walk in that bitch
Bet he look and he stare
But he ain’t foolin me see
I know he a bitch
Run up on gang
Get shot in yo shit

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