that boy a bitch to me I keep a switch wit me Glock on my hip and that hoe finna hit fo me Put em down, put him out of his misery Cause he was dissin me Play wit the gang n we showin no sympathy We got the guns like artillery, only get victory’s At yo front door like delivery Watch on my wrist, hickory dickory Dock, suck on my cock Better keep goin, u better not stop Bars to tuff, bars to heat callin her protein she growin my meat She’ll do a lot for a bill Nigga play and get killed I’m the one steppin for real, u know tha drill Ownin the field Got a bad bitch from Brazil swallow this dick like a pill Don’t stop until u get a mil, on top of da hill Ballin on niggas jus like Bradley Beal You say that’s yo man’s but he the one takin tha deal We spinnin da block like a wheel bitch on her knees, she takin a kneel My youngins they ready they clutchin tha steal Caught nigga slippin, ba-na-na peel Shot him up now his ass need ta heal He need a medkit, he need a medic They nigga can’t make it that nigga a dead bitch Damn If I ain’t gettin rich it’s irrelevant Pockets large like a elephant nigga pussy, he soft, he delicate She gave me brain, so intelligent Givin out A’s for tha excellent Reppin dat shi hoe we represent Blood Chains so icey, we call it a flood But he ain’t on shit, he brown like da mud Smokin dat za, we only light bud Shootin out blanks we call that a dud Dead , shoot a nigga straight in da head Usin rifles , bullets got all the lead Once u bleed, that shi leakin red In tha coffin, dreamin , bed Woah I lean back, that’s a fade-a-way niggas goin on da paper chase Back in the day we ate off the paper plate 100 round drum u can call it a heavy weight I’m eatin good I gotta heavy plate Choppa gon pour like heavy rain Niggas to sweet, they candy cane Christmas, u miss dis, of cource cause u a misfit onna jog got a Fitbit Runnin so fast better keep up tha pace Braced, poppin them pills it’s gotta be laced Cops show up they sprayin tha mace Take u to court then closin the case Got no parol, dance on da pole Suck on my nuts baby know imma fold She like fine wine compare her to gold ridin my shi, this bih got me sold I finish, I meant this Rob is to shiesty I Know imma menace Ayy …. Gettin that money hoe we gettin pay I’m knockin shit down bih we finna spray Back on da block where we finna stay Lay down are heads to repeat the day Waking up bih better be sayin hey Fucked dat hoe, she is bae Finna be done, yeast on da bun rappin shi havin no fun u need a gun Oops spray, u know tha we run, don’t look at the sun Hoe is u done I revoke , this ain’t a joke , preaching shi they think imma pope Talkin to me is a slippery slope, smokin tha dope Super sharp, u know imma poke, U Catchin da flu, sneeze, achuuu Bless u Choppa metal, it’s waving at u , booo Freight train goin cho cho Ayy Ayy Ayy I’m through I’m through I’m through