Choppa anda glock

this goes out to ywb nick and his goofy ass music reppin 40's wit da gang gotta gold iced out chain you think you tuff when these bullets coming through your brain see yo ass leavin a stain no reason to complain shooting bitches witha .45 lettin dat shit hang i fuck yo bitch and she dont say a thang yeah we at the top and we crusin down a brutha block choppa anda mopstick let it pop you think u hard cruisin down yo boulevard witha choppa thats what happens with the beef u start thinking you hot well you not we rollin down yo block witha extedned clips in this bitch go pop jammin wit da gang rollin 60s what we bang flag on my right glock in hand an im lettin it hang crusin down the block choppa ana glock good fo poppin opps chopstick ana mopstick shootin at da cops jammin wit da gang rollin 40s what we bang flag on my right glock in my hand im lettin it hang draco wit a 50 clip blastin bitches back to where they came fuck yo momma and yo daddy dead i prolly shoulda shot em in the head but I didnt he died from cancer so im yo mamas new romancer