Twin Chops (Feat. Sada Baby)

Who that white boy neck tat bussin’ with the dreads on him Fuck boy switch team gotta call the ref on him Hoe want the daddy D huh catch breath on him Bitch trynna rob my wave like pegs on it I don’t need the bitch she ain’t got good cred brodie Meetainmate.com to the little homie Put him on now he got money on his commissary Big glock gang red dot boy poppa churry Yellow gold Figaro lookin like hot curry Try to reach get yo’ shit split like a locked jury By the way hittin’ errythang like a Hot Curry 223s get yo’ whole fuckin’ block buried Gang gang in our world with our 5s up All top notch shooters in the line-up Send them all to Seattle with them 9s tucked On the block with them straps you can find us I got twin chop in the 454 bitch Paintin’ shit red like Benjamin Moore bitch We gon’ turn up boy even up the score bitch Tapped in and plus we got AK galore bitch Nocturnal we be up all night till the daylight Took the barrel off the chop so he can spray right Made my nigga AV take you out like its date night Big ape smoking sour Gelato Skuba great white Red beam make a nigga stop like a brake light Lil blood always shooting niggas like he can’t fight Lil blood always shooting niggas like to take lives Lying nigga can’t drive no folk then he ain’t mine I keep goons red around this bitch like it’s a rodeo And my dead homies see me with the hop rolling though If your dead homies knew my nigga block He prolly the reason that he died on my momma Voice fucked up and sad Gang gang in our world with our 5s up All top notch shooters in the line-up Send them all to Seattle with their 9s tucked On the block with them straps you can find us I got twin chop in the 454 bitch Paintin’ shit red like Benjamin Moore bitch We gon’ turn up boy even up the score bitch Tapped in and plus we got AK galore bitch Keep my bandana on talking ‘bout right or wrong Fucked yo bitch our only fans out the camera phone Niggas know I ran it up never had no long Big blood skuba roo know I’m bad to the bone Up the dracos stay aimin’ at yo dome Get him scraped dinner plate lil nigga be gone Big boy chop hop out through the lambo Now he duckin’ backward fuck it leave him stiff bro Stuffed him with the sucker we gon’ slideaveli He got booked on purpose boy we finna find his relly Yeah I got that on my mind I feel like YN Melly All this ‘Sace on my drip yes it’s the Donatelli Gang gang in our world with our 5s up All top notch shooters in the line-up Send them all to Seattle with their 9s tucked On the block with them straps you can find us I got twin chop in the 454 bitch Paintin’ shit red like Benjamin Moore bitch We gon’ turn up boy even up the score bitch Tapped in and plus we got AK galore bitch