Heaven Or Hell (CHOPNOTSLOP REMIX)

Yeah, bitch, you trippin' Actin' like you don't know who put you on Don Toliver first Sit yo lil' ass down somewhere, roll up somethin' Yeah, matter of fact, you ain't gotta hear it from me You can here?it?from?the man himself Don?Toliver, holla at?'em Yo, it's Don T, and you are now locked in with Cactus Jack's junior ChopStars OG Ron C, hold me down, OG Candlestick, what we doin' Boys been rockin' with me since way back when though We gon' keep that shit goin' Heaven or Hell It be a story to tell, mane Nah, for real Intro Lean in my orange soda-Lean in my orange soda-Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel Lean-Lean-Lean in my orange soda Lean in my orange soda Lean in my orange soda Lean in my orange soda Lean in my orange soda Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel Lean in-Lean in-Lean in my orange soda Lean in my orange soda-Lean in my orange soda-Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel ChopStars Yeah, yeah, uh Don Toliver Uh, yeah Purple Heaven Or Hell Uh, yeah, yeah Chopped up and not slopped up Verse 1 Well, what brings you to church this evenin' Fightin' love, fightin' hate or you're fightin' your demons Mama tried to talk to you, wouldn't kee? keep it Sad story, if I had to shoot 'em bet it's Robert Horry I know you can get comfortable with it I hit the road and had to double up my digits Woah My car is push-to-start, like, can you dig it Put it in the driveway, my key in your ignition I know it get hot as hell But you'll be a bad one, I wanna smoke some I know it get hot-hotter, yeah I wanna smoke some Chorus Yeah Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some I wanna smoke some Take-Take me to your house and let me poke some Ooh Type of shit I gotta focus on Verse 2 Heaven or Hell It be a story to tell Yeah Sellin' the work, I had to push out the bales Heaven or Hell It be a story to tell Yeah Sellin' the work, I had to push out the bales Heaven or Hell It be a story to tell Yeah Sellin' the work, I had to push out the bales Woah Me and my niggas, we steady dodgin' the 12 Uh-huh Dodgin' the jail, don't talk on the cell Yeah Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel Woah And in my own corners, I trap out the mail Uh-huh Fuck-Fuck what you talkin' 'bout and fuck your lil' scale I bet it's gon' sell, I bet it's gon' sell It's whatever with the don, you know I'm leadin' the pack Uh You-You play around, I'll bet you won't get it back Uh I hit your bitch, I guess you won't get it back, uh Hahaha I wanna smoke some I wanna smoke some Chorus Yeah Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some Yeah, yeah, yeah Take me to your house and let me poke some Ooh Type of shit I gotta focus on Outro: OG Ron C Yeah, so chopped up and not slopped up, mane Young niggas, mane, watch them haters out there, mane You heard me They doin' what they doin', they do what they do best too, hatin' Chea, take it from the OG, mane 'Cause if you gettin' paper, mane, you feel me You gotta work, you hear me Yeah ChopStars, Don Toliver, chea, shit I take pride in introducing our lil' home to the world, you here me Yeah, shit, real DJ with the real shit, you feel me Somebody gotta do it A lot of y'all DJs actin' like hoes, real talk If you tell me them niggas been knew, you don't know, chea