ChopBloc, Pt. 3 (feat. NLE Choppa)

Ay, ay, ay, ay, we put the Draco to your face

I'll send lil' Tivo knock him out, I bet we put him in his place

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

Let 'em play, I air 'em out, I just walk 'em down in my tays

I'm still posted with cutters, I shoot at mamas and brothers

We ain't worried 'bout the others, we see them ****, they suffer

We bag 'em up in a duffle, we dap 'em up then we bust 'em

I brought my flip-flops to fights 'cause I'm shootin' and I never scuff 'em

When it's murder come and meet you at your door, yeah, it's me, bitch

AR-15 and it got the scope when I ski, bitch

Big grape on the vine, big loc, we spittin' G shit

Take your 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 make 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 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, ****, we finesse the clock with it

I got shooters at the line, call 'em Mike Bibby

He playing games, we spin around, do a 360

That's a Xbox, you wear G-shock?

Draco rise, 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 **** that look like Drake and Josh

No wonder why the police on your 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 that same spot

Yeah, and I'll ride for my ****

And I'll ride for my ****

I'll die for my ****

We like, "Fuck them other ****"

Ay, ay, we put the Draco to your face

I'll send lil' Tivo knock him out, I bet we put him in his place

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

Let 'em play, I air 'em out, I just walk 'em down in my tays

I'm still posted with cutters, I shoot at mamas and brothers

We ain't worried 'bout the others, we see them ****, they suffer

We bag 'em up in a duffle, we dap 'em up then we bust 'em

I brought my flip-flops to fights 'cause I'm shootin' and I never scuff 'em