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Chop His Head
Jdot Breezy
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(Ayy, Zay, this shit too crazy)
(I love you, Finesse God)
These niggas all talk
Stupid (That's merch)
Why these niggas actin' like they on somethin'? (Actin')
Talkin' gangster, pussy nigga, you ain't blow nothin' (Blow nothin')
Your ass trippin', end up missing 'cause you're on one
Them bodies in the city ain't your business, you don't own one (Bitch)
Pop up at your front door like it's trick or treat
Draco tweetin', that bitch trippin' like I gave it Hennessey
This bitch killin' anything, they wan' put an end to me
Go against me, they gon' kill you, bitch, you not a friend to me
Doped up and turnt, bitch, pussy nigga, try and stop me
You ain't know me, now you know me
Coochie nigga, 'cause you're floppy
Tell your tеam come get a real artist, in еxchange, they dropping
Why you keep comin' for me when niggas played with your mama?
Fuck your partners, they all dyin' except you, what's goin' on?
You be hidin', only thing you do is type behind that phone
Still in the car with all my niggas, bangin' gas and buyin' chrome
We takin' souls, we catch a nigga headed home and bust his dome
Been with the shits and still is
Act like it's fuck me, then you're food
I got my own money, stupid-ass lil' boy, your ass a fool
Now, who the fuck you playin' with?
Let's take this nigga back to school
And teach this bitch-ass boy a lesson 'bout what them Dracs do
I turn your mans into a strain, pussy, tell me that I'm cap
Fuck what you sayin', these niggas playin' bully 'til that Drac' clap
Left his ass in a new position, call that bitch the face-lap
Run up on 'em, bitch, it's SOG, he got his face tapped
Stand Over Gang knock off a limb, if I can't catch him, pay for him
These pussy niggas pull attempts, it's Mortal Kombat, finish him
Fateful demise, replenish him
Baptize the boy, no savin' him
Don't come outside, this nigga trim
Okay, his homies paid for him
I count, motherfuck your head, bring 'em back, I'ma pay that shit
ARP might jam, I supply you a K, go get 'em and stink the bitch
Go show a bitch nigga what danger is
Line 'em up, paint the bitch
Art wall, Picasso, baby, we so inconsiderate
Start the beef, I finish it
Ask 'bout us, we finish shit
They won't catch me, I move like a ghost, like chips, I'm dippin' in
Say you never ran, we bent your block while you was dippin' then
My niggas whack you for the free, I'd rather give 'em dividends
Ayy, God, forgive me for my sins
Damn, I'm finna sin again
Thou shalt not kill, forgive me, Father, 'cause I whacked his ass
A body bag what he deserve, kept talkin' out that mouth of his
I ain't tryna rap with niggas, I let that Draco do the mouthing then
Think outside the box, that nigga did, now look at him, dead
He say he be makin' niggas run, he the one that ran
Addiction, man, this drillin' shit be fun, so we slide again
He talkin' out his fuckin' neck and tongue, so we chop his head