CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Shotta Chapter 2
They sayin' "Choppa talk to 'em"
They sayin' "Choppa talk to 'em"
I ain't even gotta say much though
Ayy
Ay, might hop on a jet and go to Belize
She givin' me neck, she stay on her knees
She say I'm a dog, but I ain't got flees
She know I'm a Crip, but I act like a P
Had to look at the devil, he lookin' like me
When I look at my wrist, it remind me of pee
Every time that it gliss, man a n***a can't see
If that boy try to diss, put him on a tee
Ay, I know you heard when a n***a said I'm crazy
We killin' n***as every day just like a racist
Everybody gotta die, you gotta face it
My main shooter, he a killer, he Caucasian
Ay, bought the white bricks
I got twelve, I ain't talkin' hour
I'm daydreamin' 'bout a murder while I'm in the shower
Ain't sh*t sweet about me, man I'm really sour
Draco bullets milk him out if he actin' coward
Ay, how many bodies do I got? I don't know
Catch 'em slipping I'ma hit 'em with this pole
My lil' n***a, he just upped the f**king score
He caught two f**king opps in a row
I ain't tryin' to shoot up a n***a house
Walk up on his porch and then I kicked the door
And then I'm in my way to your f**kin' kitchen
And then I burn that pu**y n***a like some toast
Ay, might hop on a jet and go to Belize
She givin' me neck, she stay on her knees
She say I'm a dog, but I ain't got flees
She know I'm a Crip, but I act like a P
Had to look at the devil, he lookin' like me
When I look at my wrist, it remind me of pee
Every time that it gliss, man a n***a can't see
If that boy try to diss, put him on a tee
Ay, when I looked at the devil I realized I had a twin
I had to tell that n***a "what's up? You don't sin like I sin"
My grandma told me "repent", but I keep doin' it again
I left that n***a brains up on the floor when I split his wig
I be cruisin' on the block
Ay, don't you smoke in my car
Ay, 'cause if the police pull us over we got Glocks
AR-15 in the trunk with the mops
In the glove compartment, I got some crack rocks
They ain't for me, they for the junkies and the jocks
Ay, I catch a body then I put it up on Best Gore
My whole gang killin', b*t*h we got the best score
Just like the front door, n***a you are not out the Porsche
I been on fire and these b*t*hes like they pa**in' the torch
Yeah, yeah
Ay, might hop on a jet and go to Belize
She givin' me neck, she stay on her knees
She say I'm a dog, but I ain't got flees
She know I'm a Crip, but I act like a P
Had to look at the devil, he lookin' like me
When I look at my wrist, it remind me of pee
Every time that it gliss, man a n***a can't see
If that boy try to diss, put him on a tee
Mhhm
Made him run when he heard that gun sound
Black out, black out, dun-dun, man down
Black out, black out, dun-dun, man down
Hhmm
Hmm
Yeah, no, no
They sayin' "Choppa talk to 'em"
I ain't even gotta say much though
Ayy
Ay, might hop on a jet and go to Belize
She givin' me neck, she stay on her knees
She say I'm a dog, but I ain't got flees
She know I'm a Crip, but I act like a P
Had to look at the devil, he lookin' like me
When I look at my wrist, it remind me of pee
Every time that it gliss, man a n***a can't see
If that boy try to diss, put him on a tee
Ay, I know you heard when a n***a said I'm crazy
We killin' n***as every day just like a racist
Everybody gotta die, you gotta face it
My main shooter, he a killer, he Caucasian
Ay, bought the white bricks
I got twelve, I ain't talkin' hour
I'm daydreamin' 'bout a murder while I'm in the shower
Ain't sh*t sweet about me, man I'm really sour
Draco bullets milk him out if he actin' coward
Ay, how many bodies do I got? I don't know
Catch 'em slipping I'ma hit 'em with this pole
My lil' n***a, he just upped the f**king score
He caught two f**king opps in a row
I ain't tryin' to shoot up a n***a house
Walk up on his porch and then I kicked the door
And then I'm in my way to your f**kin' kitchen
And then I burn that pu**y n***a like some toast
Ay, might hop on a jet and go to Belize
She givin' me neck, she stay on her knees
She say I'm a dog, but I ain't got flees
She know I'm a Crip, but I act like a P
Had to look at the devil, he lookin' like me
When I look at my wrist, it remind me of pee
Every time that it gliss, man a n***a can't see
If that boy try to diss, put him on a tee
Ay, when I looked at the devil I realized I had a twin
I had to tell that n***a "what's up? You don't sin like I sin"
My grandma told me "repent", but I keep doin' it again
I left that n***a brains up on the floor when I split his wig
I be cruisin' on the block
Ay, don't you smoke in my car
Ay, 'cause if the police pull us over we got Glocks
AR-15 in the trunk with the mops
In the glove compartment, I got some crack rocks
They ain't for me, they for the junkies and the jocks
Ay, I catch a body then I put it up on Best Gore
My whole gang killin', b*t*h we got the best score
Just like the front door, n***a you are not out the Porsche
I been on fire and these b*t*hes like they pa**in' the torch
Yeah, yeah
Ay, might hop on a jet and go to Belize
She givin' me neck, she stay on her knees
She say I'm a dog, but I ain't got flees
She know I'm a Crip, but I act like a P
Had to look at the devil, he lookin' like me
When I look at my wrist, it remind me of pee
Every time that it gliss, man a n***a can't see
If that boy try to diss, put him on a tee
Mhhm
Made him run when he heard that gun sound
Black out, black out, dun-dun, man down
Black out, black out, dun-dun, man down
Hhmm
Hmm
Yeah, no, no
