ChopBloc (Pt. 3)

Ayy Cartoon you got another one

Iceberg want a bag b***h

Ayy ayy

Ayy ayy we put the Drac' up to yo' face

I seen Lil Tevo knock him out

I bet we put him in his place

Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with K's

Let him play I air him out I just walk 'em down in my J's

I'm still posted with cuttas

I shoot at mammas and brothas

We ain't worried 'bout the others

We see them n***as they suffer

We bagged 'em up in the duffel

We dab 'em up then we bust 'em

I brought my flip flops in fights

'Cause I'm shootin' I'm never scufflin'

When the murda come and meet you and yo' door

Yeah it's me b***h

AR-15 and it got a scope with my ski b***h

Big Grape on a vine big Loc we spit that G s**t

Take yo' diss song get you killed then make a remix

Do you wanna slide tonight

If he don't he gonna die tonight

Thousand dollar Glock exotic pipe you know we grip it tight

If the prices right catch him on sight walk up and take his life

Told the opps to white the chalk up that his body laid that night

Campin' out in bushes and ditches that's if I wanna miss him

By myself I made the decision don't want no codefendant

Catch a witness catch a face shot don't need no reminiscin'

Bare face and I'm face to face

Catch a case then I'm not guilty

Yeah I'm not guilty

I get rich or die tryin' I'm not 50

I just f**ked the plug b***h now his watch missin'

Time is money n***a we finessed the clock wench

I got shootas at the line call 'em Mike Bibby

He playin' games we spin around do a 360

That's a Xbox you wear G-Shock

Draco ride shotgun got the seat hot

Miami I got heat b***h I'm Chris Bosh

.223 hit his feet make him hopscotch

You just served two n***as that looked like Drake and Josh

No wonder why the police on yo' block hot

You got shot Let me shoot you in the same spot

I got money but I'm still on that same block

Caught a body and I still got the same Glock

Go dig it up I bet it's still in the same spot

Yeah and I'm still in the same spot

Yeah and I ride for my n***as

And I ride for my n***as

And I die for my n***as

We like f**k them other n***as

Ayy ayy we put the Drac' up to yo' face

I seen Lil Tevo knock him out

I bet we put him in his place

Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with K's

Let him play I air him out I just walk 'em down in my J's

I'm still posted with cuttas

I shoot at mammas and brothas

We ain't worried 'bout the others

We see them n***as they suffer

We bagged 'em up in the duffel

We dab 'em up then we bust 'em

I brought my flip flops in fights

'Cause I'm shootin' I'm never scufflin'