We kill time entertainment
Stack that bitch up, man
Chop roll out, but I always do a pen
Roll seven of them soles like the *'s a ten
Let me out of that seat and the sole on my hand
Two chops in the coffin, do real damn
Jump in the coffin and * that bitch up
Nigga batting, I fall, whole 40 gon' bust
All in the yard from the bum out the cut
Never tell my gun, man, niggas do tough
Nigga said, *, bro, and my chop said, what?
If a nigga bust back, got my chop gon' clutch
Must be from a wall, she keep it above
Best in me in the low and she givin' it up
New A.R.P. from the beating nigga up
Run up on the nigga, cop, try to sneak and go *
But a lot of * stuck, ain't have no luck
And whenever they hate, all that * get brushed
They shot my dog, sayin' we got bust
But a chop gettin' thrown, like, * out of fuss
Back on his head, I'll do it for nothing
Even though he start gunnin' whenever we bump
I'm fuckin' the trigger till the bullets ain't come
Got my mask on tight when I put his ass on
No fakin' ass nigga did that * to your mama
This rich ass nigga got hit with a cum
Boy, I ain't finna * if I need me a cum
B3, my twin, keep a freak at the bottom
My twin got a drink, * spit like a llama
Dissolvin' nigga ass if he ever had a problem
Spit's a tornado, they clappin' the thong
Nigga been had power, * feel like Wakanda
I got racks in the chase, fuckin' nigga made my mama
So niggas better stay all their ass over y'all
Like her to Jackson, I create the drama
I made the * worse than 22 and the song
Up from the waistband, he throw up his hands
Ain't gon' make a nigga bleed, why the * did you blow?
Man, the chop blow loud, but the odds gon' pass
Bro, sellin' them souls like the *'s a tank
Let me have the backseat and the soul in my hand
Two chops in the coffin, do real damn
You jump in the coffin and * that bitch up
Nigga bat and I fall, hope 40 gon' bust
All in the yard finna bum out the cut
Never tell my gun, man, niggas do tough
Nigga gon' puff up while I'm in this truck
Four chops up in here finna quack that duck
That nigga might talk that * on the neck
Who really gon' * with a picture of us?
It's out, so I'm not got that first gun
R.W. Cooper, * * up
You ask what I drink, I mention the cup
Your hand with the odds and they pickin' you up
The chop blow loud, get your face * up
Y'all rap, man, now you stick * up
I jump out the truck finna piss yourself
Safe, man, do what? He ain't hearin' it, so
I * on the whole, now I don't wanna talk
It's funny, she said that I'm feelin' myself
These niggas still live in the head, it was dope
I take out her cars and deal with myself
I was deep in that water, ain't drown, I swell
Whole lot of *, even Mike ain't felt
The odds turn away till the time get right
As soon as they come through, we're dead on my luck
The chop blow loud, I have everyone dealt
Resin' hand for a fight, nigga trickin' itself
Only thing I can raise for a nigga is hell
Nigga must be stupid, nigga not in no jail
The chop blow loud, but the odds gon' pass
Bro, send them souls out, this * stay tame
Let me out of bed, see in the soul of my head
Two chops in the coffin, do real damn
You jump in the coffin and * that bitch up
Nigga bat and I fall, whole 40 gon' bust
All in the yard from the bum out the cut
Never tell my gunman, niggas do toast