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 Dracs up in this house and we all posted with Ks
Let him play, I air him out, I just walk em down in my Js
Im still posted with cuttas
I shoot at mammas and brothas
We aint 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 Im shootin Im never scufflin
When the murda come and meet you and yo door
Yeah, its 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 dont 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, thats if I wanna miss him
By myself, I made the decision, dont want no codefendant
Catch a witness, catch a face shot, dont need no reminiscin
Bare face, and Im face to face
Catch a case then Im not guilty
Yeah, Im not guilty
I get rich or die tryin, Im 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
Thats a Xbox, you wear G-Shock
Draco ride shotgun got the seat hot
Miami, I got heat, bitch, Im 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 Im still on that same block
Caught a body and I still got the same Glock
Go dig it up, I bet its still in the same spot
And Im 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 Dracs up in this house and we all posted with Ks
Let him play, I air him out, I just walk em down in my Js
Im still posted with cuttas
I shoot at mammas and brothas
We aint 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 Im shootin Im never scufflin
ChopBloc Pt. 3