WITH THE CHOP! (feat. Sgr Alu)

He in the back of the trap with the chop
Bet that shit go blah
Nigga talk crazy they send him to God
They won't see him tomorrow
If it's a problem they hop out that car
They gon spin on yo block
Fuck on yo shawdy she said I'm a star
Hit from the back and I'm beatin' her box
He in the back of the trap with the chop
Bet that shit go blah
Nigga talk crazy they send him to God
They won't see him tomorrow
If it's a problem they hop out that car
They gon spin on yo block
Fuck on yo shawdy she said I'm a star
Hit from the back and I'm beatin' her box wild
He popped a perky he zooted
Bitches keep rolling in like it's a movie
I get her wetter than you no jacuzzi
Show me that pussy for 1k no Boosie
Psych, I ain't paying for that
Ain't doing that, never been that down bad
Don't call me bro if we just met that's cap
How you gon talk shit and then try to dap
Nigga you welling, uh
Purping these stories you telling uh
I really know me some felons
They moving in silence they creeping with weapons
Hollow tip mag in the glock no T.I.
Niggas be sweet like some pie, key lime
Heard them shots and he went track star, meet time
Made him the bid now he guh is that your guy
He in the back of the trap with the chop
Bet that shit go blah
Nigga talk crazy they send him to God
They won't see him tomorrow
If it's a problem they hop out that car
They gon spin on yo block
Fuck on yo shawdy she said I'm a star
Hit from the back and I'm beatin her box
He in the back of the trap with the chop
Bet that shit go blah
Nigga talk crazy they send him to God
They won't see him tomorrow
If it's a problem they hop out that car
They gon spin on yo block
Fuck on yo shawdy she said I'm a star
Hit from the back and I'm beatin her box wild
Walk in the scene with the mac on me
We beat his face we put the mac on em
I'm the QB and they can't get a sack on me
Ain't beefin with niggas y'all not on it
Two twin glocks one Rick and it's not Morty
Beef with me that's the end of the story
Y'all niggas cappin I really done floored it
I was just fucked up, writing, recording
I'm making plays while y'all niggas hoardin
Chef in the kitchen I whip up a Gordon
Smoke out a diddy p come in the morning
No cap in my rap I gave these niggas warnings
Glock 23 gon hit em like he Jordan
Period we gon hit em while he on it
Ain't beefing with niggas ain't slide yall boring
Shoot out the window leave a nigga mourning uh
He in the back of the trap with the chop
Bet that shit go blah
Nigga talk crazy they send him to God
They won't see him tomorrow
If it's a problem they hop out that car
They gon spin on yo block
Fuck on yo shawdy she said I'm a star
Hit from the back and I'm beatin her box
He in the back of the trap with the chop
Bet that shit go blah
Nigga talk crazy they send him to God
They won't see him tomorrow
If it's a problem they hop out that car
They gon spin on yo block
Fuck on yo shawdy she said I'm a star
Hit from the back and I'm beatin her box wild