ChopBloc, Pt. 3

(Ayy, Cartoon, you got another one) (Iceberg want a bag, bitch) ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy We put the Draco to your face I seen lil' Tevo knock him out, I bet we put him in his place We Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with 'Ks Let them play, I'll air 'em out, I just walk them down in my J's I'm still posted with cutters, I shoot at mamas and brothers We ain't worried about the others, we see them niggas, they suffer We bag them up in a duffel, we dap them up then we bust 'em I brought my flip flops in fights 'cause I'm shooting, I'm never scuffin' When it's murder come and meet you at your door, yeah, it's me bitch AR-15 and it got a scope, with my ski, bitch Big Grape on a vine big loc, we spit that G shit Take your diss song get you killed, then make a remix Ask him do he wanna slide tonight, if he don't he gon' die tonight Thousand dollar Glock exotic pipe you know we grip it tight If the price is right, catch him on sight walk up and take his life Told the opps to wipe the chalk up, dead, his body laid tonight Camping out in bushes and ditches, that's if I want him missing By myself I made the decision, don't want no co-defendant Catch a witness, catch a face shot, don't need no reminiscing Red face and I'm face to face, catch a case, then I'm not guilty Yeah, I am not guilty I get rich or die trying, I am not filthy I just fucked the plug bitch, now his watch missing Time is money nigga we finesse the clock with it I got shooters at the line, call 'em Mike Bibby He playin' games, we spin around and do a 360 That's a Xbox (box), you wear G-shock (ooh) Draco rise, shotgun got the seat hot (hot) Miami I got heat, bitch I'm Chris Bosh (Bosh) 223 hit his feet, make him hopscotch (oh shit) You just served two niggas that look like Drake and Josh No wonder why the police on your block hot You got shot, let me shoot you in the same spot I got money but I'm still on that same block Caught a body and I still got the same Glock Go dig it up I bet it's still in the same spot (big facts) Yeah, and I'm still in the same spot Yeah, and I'll ride for my niggas And I'll ride for my niggas, I'll die for my niggas We like, fuck them other niggas Ayy, ayy We put the Draco to your face I seen lil' Tevo knock him out, I bet we put him in his place We Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with 'Ks Let them play, I'll air 'em out, I just walk them down in my J's I'm still posted with cutters, I shoot at mamas and brothers We ain't worried about the others, we see them niggas, they suffer We bag them up in a duffel, we dap them up then we bust 'em I brought my flip flops in fights 'cause I'm shooting, I'm never scuffin'