Chops on the Blade

Numbers, nigga

Trap

Man

Stack

Uh

Mack

Cardo

Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy

I'm reaching in my motherfuckin' pocket (In my pocket)

Five G's cash and a modified wop (Yeah)

I'm picking up this bitch, I'm in Sac (I'm in Sac)

Bonafide snow guaranteed to make dollars (Yeah)

It's only two bitches that I like (That I like)

A trappin'-ass ho and a square that keep it solid (Uh)

These niggas too worried 'bout niggas ('Bout niggas)

Bitch, I just made a fifty-ball last night

I'm ridin' in my five-point-easy (ASC, skrrt)

I'm sliding through the Point, so I'm grippin' on the jeezy

Saw a black 650, it was Stevie (Stevie Mack)

I said, "What's happenin' with my nigga? You can call me if you need me" (Yeah)

I got a lil' lightskin bitch from the Rich' (Rich')

I told her off the rip, love, I'm not havin' kids (Nah)

It's way too much fuckin' money to get (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

You knew the bitch was outta pocket, still payin' her rent, but I be

Trap, trappin' like a motherfucker (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Stack, nigga stackin' like a motherfucker (Man)

Mack, nigga mackin' like a motherfucker (Good job)

Like a motherfucker (Damn)

Like a motherfucker (Yeah)

Trap, trappin' like a motherfucker (Yeah)

Stack, nigga stackin' like a motherfucker (Yeah)

Mack, nigga mackin' like a motherfucker (Yeah)

Like a motherfucker (Yeah)

Like a motherfucker

I'm dippin' with Venus and Serena

Chocolate, but make more than Christina

Knocked her, served the P a subpoena (Man)

Wildin', sideways in the Bimmer

JCat caught her humpin' on Peter

Maybach, I think I sort of kind of need it (Good job)

Way back, I was slidin' with Nina (Nina)

Hit it from the back, smack, smack on demon

Meet me on the hill, I got hubbas for the lowski (Lowski)

I'm bustin' hella knocks and my right pocket bulky

I told her like this, "If you know me, then you owe me" (Good job)

You all in your feelings 'cause a lil' bitch on me (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

My XD a 9, this recipe is mine

I light it up, recline, ain't 'bout money? Decline

I'm M'd up I'm fine, nigga, HP my side

Nigga hate me, don't mind, 'cause I'm knee-deep in the mob

And I be

Trap, trappin' like a motherfucker (Goddamn)

Stack, nigga stackin' like a motherfucker

Mack, nigga mackin' like a motherfucker (Good job)

Like a motherfucker

Like a motherfucker (Yeah)

Trap, trappin' like a motherfucker (Yeah)

Stack, nigga stackin' like a motherfucker (Yeah)

Mack, nigga mackin' like a motherfucker (Yeah)

Like a motherfucker (Yeah)

Like a motherfucker

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah, nigga

It's zero miles on the dash, nigga

Rollin' up on pink slips and shit

Numbers, nigga

Niggas thought this shit was over, that shit funny as hell, nigga

And a bitch out of pocket, then you better quit playin' with her

Nigga, this the night shift

You know what I'm talking about?

Numbers

Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy

Shit, shit, shit

Man, uh

Damn

Numbers

Good job, sock it to me

Shit, shit, shit

Ayy, uh

Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy