Karate Chop (Remix) [feat. Lil Wayne]

You know

This just some real **** shit, a real **** story

You know what I'm saying?

This beat is so, so Metro

Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in a new 'Rari

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serving to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (Who bad?)

Got a Panamera 'round a young **** neck

Got a young bitch pulling up in a 'Vette

Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex

Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check

Picture **** getting money, ****, get back (Back)

Roll a blunt of chronic, **** sell a lot of crack (Crack)

You can hit a **** line, order what you want

I can whip a Maserati, pulling up a donk (Pull up)

Fifty thousand on yo watch, young ****, splurge (Splurge)

Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (Syrup)

Keep a young **** workin' that'll bust a K (K)

I'ma take a phone call, hustle everyday

Ayy, slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in a new 'Rari

Living like John Gotti (The mob)

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank)

Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (Who bad?)

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a Spyder (Spyder)

Young **** play with keys, like a typewriter (Keys)

Al Capone, John Gotti was a **** idol

I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible

In a four-door Bimmer, driving with a rifle

****, where you at? ****, we gon' pull up on ya (Right now)

Young bitch looking like Janet in the '80s ('80s)

We was grinding up from two and a baby

Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl (Curl)

Got a styrofoam cup and it's full of syrup (Pour up)

Send it over from Lil' Mexico and let me work (Let's work)

I can get thirty-six for a clean shirt (Shirt)

Ayy, slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in a new 'Rari

Living like John Gotti (The mob)

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank)

Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (Who bad?)

Pop a lot of pain pills

'Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels

Yeah, beat that pussy up like

Yeah, two cell phones ringing at the same time

That's your ho callin' from two different phones

Tell that bitch leave me the fuck alone

See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long

I got a love-hate relationship with Molly

I'd rather pop a ollie and my dick is a trolley

Boy, I'll bury you like Halle, and these hoes say I'm blind

'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind

Man, I just received a package, them other **** taxin'

And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions

And my cousin went to jail for them chickens

And he already home, man, that **** must be snitchin'

Cut him off like karate

Ayy, slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in a new 'Rari

Living like John Gotti (The mob)

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine (Serve)

Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (Who bad?)