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ChopBloc Pt. 3
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NLE Choppa
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Ayy, Cartoon, you got another one Iceberg want a bag, b*t*h Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, we put the Drac' up to yo' face(brrt, brrt) I seen Lil Tevo knock him out(Ayy, Ayy) I bet we put him in his place Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with K's(Ooh, oh) 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 n***as, they suffer We bagged 'em up in the duffel We dab '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(Ayy) Yeah, it's me, b*t*h AR-15 and it got a scope, with my ski, b*t*h Big Grape on a vine(Ooh, oh) , big Loc we spit that G sh*t 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 If the prices right, catch him on sight, walk up and take his life Told the opps to white the chalk up, that 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(Ayy, Ayy) Catch a case then I'm not guilty(Ayy, Ay) Yeah, I'm not guilty I get rich or die tryin', I'm not 50 I just f**ked the plug b*t*h now his watch missin' Time is money n***a we finessed the clock with it I got shootas at the line, call 'em Mike Bibby He playin' games, 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, b*t*h, I'm Chris Bosh(Bosh) .223, hit his feet, make him hopscotch You just served two n***as 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 Yeah, and I'm still in the same spot(Same spot) Yeah, and I ride for my n***as(for my-) And I ride for my n***as And I die for my n***as We like f**k them other n***as(Ooh, oh) Ayy, ayy, we put the Drac' up to yo' face(brrt, brrt) I seen Lil Tevo knock him out(Ayy, Ayy) I bet we put him in his place Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with K's(Ooh, oh) 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 n***as, they suffer We bagged 'em up in the duffel We dab 'em up then we bust 'em I brought my flip flops in fights 'Cause I'm shootin' I'm never scufflin'
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