Receipts

Damn Chose

Ayy

Say you can check the facts

You know I ain't never lied in a song (DJ Chose)

You should know, everything I talk 'bout, I actually did

Eeee, shoutout T-Boy

Hardbody (Ayy, ayy)

Turn down your gangsta, ***** you just makin' music

He got a .30, we ain't never seen him use it

All your friends be dead, ***** you must **** with Uzi

When it's 'bout that murder, *****, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah

***** 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 Dracos, ***** you lyin', where you keep em at?

Say you gotta body, ***** you lyin',

Need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Wait

You know we put shit in the grave for playin' games, *****

Pull on side the whip and spray, **** who he came with, yeah

Real ape up out the jungle you can't tame this

***** sweet as cookies call them famous amous

**** with the opps then you gon' die for who you hang with

T-shirt, blood stains, what the business is (What it is)

Yeah, drop a diss, youngin' hollerin', what the ticket is (What it is)

Ooh, push that **** off in his *****, I don't care how you feel

Turn down your gangsta, ***** you just makin' music

He got a .30, we ain't never seen him use it

All your friends be dead, ***** you must **** with Uzi

When it's 'bout that murder, *****, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah

***** 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 Dracos, ***** you lyin', where you keep em at?

Say you gotta body, ***** you lyin',

Need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Paid off them bodies, if I murk em get a hundo

I'm on seventy-five with a .30 in the console, yeah

Pop 'em from the three, ***** I'ma pull it like Toronto

***** I beat a murder charge,

I feel like OJ in that Bronco, yeah

Brand new Glock nine but I can shoot, don't call me rondo

And I just added hollow tips, them ******* piercing just like Paul

We throw them dirty sticks away,

Just so the murders never solved

And I ain't never squash a beef, so ***** your OG better not call

Turn down your gangsta, ***** you just makin' music

He got a .30, we ain't never seen him use it

All your friends be dead, ***** you must **** with Uzi

When it's 'bout that murder, *****, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah

***** 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 Dracos, ***** you lyin', where you keep em at?

Say you gotta body, ***** you lyin',

Need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Damn Chose

Hardbody

DJ Chose