CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : ChopBloc 2
I'm in the booth with a Glock .15
Honorable Court
AR-15
Choppa make a n***a sing
What you say, Chop?
Git git (NLE Sh*t, b*t*h, git)
Git git
F**k it, b*t*h I'm thuggin', the Glock, I'm tuckin' (Tuckin')
Up it, I knock yo' muffin, end of discussion (Glltt, glltt)
I don't do no f**kin' cuffin', I f**k yo' cousin (Yeah)
She say that my d**k is lovely, I think she love me (Huh, ayy)
Hit him with the Drake, I ain't talkin' 'bout Aubrey
You say you a killer, lil' n***a you flagin'
And just like a pizza, I want me some toppings
And if it's a problem, you know I'ma solve it (B*t*h)
Buckle yo' seat, b*t*h I'm ready to drill you
And just like a ghost, I give you the chills (Yeah)
B*t*h I'm deep in the water, they call me a seal (Yeah)
You was f**kin' with me, somehow you got killed
I'm like, "Ooh", I be goin' coupe, I might have to rob you
Pull up where that n***a work, shoot him though the drive-through
And don't speak up on my name, n***a, I advise you (B*t*h)
I put a bullet through yo' head (Where?)
Right between yo' f**kin' eyes, fool
I got a tool on me, Handy Mandy, that b*t*h dandy
Just like a squirrel, b*t*h I want me a nut, just call me Sandy
On Halloween, I was robbin' the kids for that candy
Now, I grew up hittin' licks and these n***as, they can't stand it
Drop-top Chop, b*t*h I knock that top
I broke a b*t*h spinal cord when I gave her backshots
I put a n***a on Fox
That's if he talkin' to the cops
Choppa how many bodies you got?
B*t*h, I got a lot
I put the Perc' up in my Henny so you know I'm gettin' silly
I leave yo' body in the old town road, just like I'm Billy
B*t*h I'm Gucci'd down, now, a n***a used to shop in Tenni's
And all these Pampers-a** hoes really out here feelin' chitty (Yeah yeah)
Ayy, ayy
That's how you feel (Feel)
I'm on the block with the steel (Steel)
I'm in the club and I'm runnin' these hoes
This sh*t feel like it's track and field
If you talkin' 'bout the crippin' sh*t homie, I been doin' this sh*t for years (Fool)
What the price homie? All this ice on me, this sh*t got me up on chills (Choo)
Ride through the city, with yo' b*t*h, get my d**k sucked
Bank account on Antetokounmpo, we gettin' big bucks
Big BN chain name, never got my sh*t took
I heard them n***as talkin' smoke, well b*t*h you know that sh*t up
Before I work it out with a b*t*h I do a sit-up
.40 to his mouth, I gun him down, now he can't get up
I heard the opps talkin', I know how to close their lips up
This sh*t get personal, I put his momma in the pick-up
.40 on my side, Choppa on the left of me
Please don't judge me, all this weed and beef get the best of me
Heard you got a thang for bad b*t*hes, but yo' b*t*h chubby
I could be the ugliest n***a in the room and yo' b*t*h'd still f**k me
I heard she's got no cash, you on a low budget
You payin' for that a**, you got a whole budget
You gettin' to it with ya' hoe, because yo' how buggin'
I teach that b*t*h a lil' Pilates, have her toes touchin'
Yeah
You know what the f**k goin' on
901 sh*t
B*t*h
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Glltt)
Honorable Court
AR-15
Choppa make a n***a sing
What you say, Chop?
Git git (NLE Sh*t, b*t*h, git)
Git git
F**k it, b*t*h I'm thuggin', the Glock, I'm tuckin' (Tuckin')
Up it, I knock yo' muffin, end of discussion (Glltt, glltt)
I don't do no f**kin' cuffin', I f**k yo' cousin (Yeah)
She say that my d**k is lovely, I think she love me (Huh, ayy)
Hit him with the Drake, I ain't talkin' 'bout Aubrey
You say you a killer, lil' n***a you flagin'
And just like a pizza, I want me some toppings
And if it's a problem, you know I'ma solve it (B*t*h)
Buckle yo' seat, b*t*h I'm ready to drill you
And just like a ghost, I give you the chills (Yeah)
B*t*h I'm deep in the water, they call me a seal (Yeah)
You was f**kin' with me, somehow you got killed
I'm like, "Ooh", I be goin' coupe, I might have to rob you
Pull up where that n***a work, shoot him though the drive-through
And don't speak up on my name, n***a, I advise you (B*t*h)
I put a bullet through yo' head (Where?)
Right between yo' f**kin' eyes, fool
I got a tool on me, Handy Mandy, that b*t*h dandy
Just like a squirrel, b*t*h I want me a nut, just call me Sandy
On Halloween, I was robbin' the kids for that candy
Now, I grew up hittin' licks and these n***as, they can't stand it
Drop-top Chop, b*t*h I knock that top
I broke a b*t*h spinal cord when I gave her backshots
I put a n***a on Fox
That's if he talkin' to the cops
Choppa how many bodies you got?
B*t*h, I got a lot
I put the Perc' up in my Henny so you know I'm gettin' silly
I leave yo' body in the old town road, just like I'm Billy
B*t*h I'm Gucci'd down, now, a n***a used to shop in Tenni's
And all these Pampers-a** hoes really out here feelin' chitty (Yeah yeah)
Ayy, ayy
That's how you feel (Feel)
I'm on the block with the steel (Steel)
I'm in the club and I'm runnin' these hoes
This sh*t feel like it's track and field
If you talkin' 'bout the crippin' sh*t homie, I been doin' this sh*t for years (Fool)
What the price homie? All this ice on me, this sh*t got me up on chills (Choo)
Ride through the city, with yo' b*t*h, get my d**k sucked
Bank account on Antetokounmpo, we gettin' big bucks
Big BN chain name, never got my sh*t took
I heard them n***as talkin' smoke, well b*t*h you know that sh*t up
Before I work it out with a b*t*h I do a sit-up
.40 to his mouth, I gun him down, now he can't get up
I heard the opps talkin', I know how to close their lips up
This sh*t get personal, I put his momma in the pick-up
.40 on my side, Choppa on the left of me
Please don't judge me, all this weed and beef get the best of me
Heard you got a thang for bad b*t*hes, but yo' b*t*h chubby
I could be the ugliest n***a in the room and yo' b*t*h'd still f**k me
I heard she's got no cash, you on a low budget
You payin' for that a**, you got a whole budget
You gettin' to it with ya' hoe, because yo' how buggin'
I teach that b*t*h a lil' Pilates, have her toes touchin'
Yeah
You know what the f**k goin' on
901 sh*t
B*t*h
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Glltt)
