ChopBloc, Pt. 3

(album: FatBoy - 2020)

[NLE Choppa:]
Aye, aye, aye, aye
We put the draco to ya face
I'll send lil Tivo knock him out, I bet we put him in his place
We 20 grapes up in this house and we all posted with K's
Let them play I'll air 'em out I just walk them down in my J's
I'm still posted with cutters, I shoot at mama's and brothers
We ain't worried about the others, we see them niggas they suffer
We bag them up in a duffle, we dap them up then we bust 'em
I brought my flip flops in fights 'cause I'm shooting, I'm never scuffing

When it's murder come and meet you at ya door, yeah it's me bitch
AR-15 and it got a scope, when I 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 he wanna slide tonight, if he don't he gon' die tonight
Thousand dollar Glock exotic pipe you know we grip it tight
If the price is right catch him on sight walk up and take his life
Told the opps to wipe the chalk up dead his body laid tonight
Camping out in bushes and ditches that's if I want him missing
By myself I made the decision, don't want no co-defendant
Catch a witness catch a face shot, don't need no reminiscing
Red face and I'm face to face catch a case then I'm not guilty

[BlocBoy JB:]
I am not guilty
I get rich or die trying, I am not filthy
I just pulled the plug bitch now his watch missing
Time is money nigga we finesse the clock with it
I got shooters at the line, call 'em Mike Bibby
He playin games we spin around and do a 360
That's a Xbox (box), you wear G-shock
Draco rise, shotgun got the seat hot
Miami I got heat, bitch I'm Chris Bosh (Bosh)
223 hit his feet, make him hopscotch
You just served two niggas that look 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

And I'm still in the same spot
And I'll ride for my niggas
And I'll ride for my niggas
I'll die for my niggas
We like fuck them other niggas

[NLE Choppa:]
Aye, aye
We put the draco to ya face
I'll send lil Tivo knock him out, I bet we put him in his place
We 20 grapes up in this house and we all posted with K's
Let them play I'll air 'em out I just walk them down in my J's
I'm still posted with cutters, I shoot at mama's and brothers
We ain't worried about the others, we see them niggas they suffer
We bag them up in a duffle, we dap them up then we bust 'em
I brought my flip flops in fights 'cause I'm shooting, I'm never scuffing