ChopBloc (Pt. 3)

Ayy, Cartoon, you got another one

Iceberg want a bag, bitch

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 Drac's 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 niggas, they suffer

We bagged 'em up in the duffel

We back '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, bitch

AR-15 and it got a scope, with my ski, bitch

Big Grape on the vine, big Glo' we spinnin' G shit

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

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

Told the opps to white the chalk up, then 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 ****ed the plug, bitch, now his wife missin'

Time is money nigga we finessed the clock wench

I got shootas at the light, call 'em Mike Bibby

He play with gang, 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, bitch, I'm Chris Bosh

.223, hit his feet, make him hopscotch

Used to serve two niggas 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

And I'm still in the same spot

And I ride for my niggas

And I ride for my niggas

And I die for my niggas

We like ****in' murder this hoe

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 Drac's 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 niggas, they suffer

We bagged 'em up in the duffel

We back 'em up then we bust 'em

I brought my flip flops in fights

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