ChopBloc Pt. 3 (feat. NLE Choppa) - Pt. 3

Ayy, Cartoon, you got another oneIceberg want a bag, bitch

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, we put the Drac' up to yo' face

I seen Lil Tevo knock him out

I bet we put him in his place

Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with K's

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 niggas, 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

Yeah, it's me, bitch

AR-15 and it got a scope, with my ski, bitch

Big Grape on a vine, big Loc we spit that G shit

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

Catch a case then I'm not guilty

Yeah, I'm not guilty

I get rich or die tryin', I'm not 50

I just fucked the plug bitch now his watch missin'

Time is money nigga 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, bitch, I'm Chris Bosh

223, hit his feet, make him hopscotch

You just served two niggas 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

Yeah, and I ride for my niggas

And I ride for my niggas

And I die for my niggas

We like fuck them other niggas

Ayy, ayy, we put the Drac' up to yo' face

I seen Lil Tevo knock him out

I bet we put him in his place

Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with K's

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 niggas, 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'