Choke

(Ima do it like that YB) Ay, Ay (Chorus: KCG Josh) Im stacking my paper and blocking these haters So much dope it had to transport on a boat (Boat) Ice on my grill, face so chill Shine from ear to ear, biggest set are my earlobes Chain swinging like ropes Dick in her throat She love it when I make her choke Remember days I would smoke If I go back broke, then I'm kickin doors Stupid nigga ain't realized ion fight no more That's why I tote the iron Know he a bigger guy Well I bet this .45 make him my size Make a close nigga get back Make a wild nigga chill and relax [?] ain't coming back Call the [?], send a blitz, huh-one, huh-two Send the D-Line, ima get a sac (Verse 1: KCG Josh) Yeah I got big racks (Cha-ching) Thumbing thru fifties and hunnids, countin till my fingers crack I'm smokin on major league [?] My wood look like baseball bats Pussy good then she might get a call back Or a text or whatever Say she from the ghetto Oh hell no I don't deal with no ratchet hoes Niggas act bold, get exposed Puttin on shows, playin roles Showin out for these hoes, never gettin no money Flexin them guns, never shot the pole, put that on my soul I won't tell a thing, a nigga see the folks and say everything When lookin at me, you can tell I'm KCG You not the bank teller, don't tell me anything Rock a durag like Mike Jones Neck on Ice Age i'm freezin R-I-P Medu Persona get [?] but that shit in me Show me how to get the money by any means Just like Malcolm X I flip bitches like a coin so that mean I'm getting head until (Chorus: KCG Josh) Im stacking my paper and blocking these haters So much dope it had to transport on a boat (Boat) Ice on my grill, face so chill Shine from ear to ear, biggest set are my earlobes Chain swinging like ropes Dick in her throat She love it when I make her choke Remember days I would smoke If I go back broke, then I'm kickin doors Stupid nigga ain't realized ion fight no more That's why I tote the iron Know he a bigger guy Well I bet this .45 make him my size Make a close nigga get back Make a wild nigga chill and relax [?] ain't coming back Call the [?], send a blitz, huh-one, huh-two Send the D-Line, ima get a sac (Verse 2: Maxo Kream) (I'm stack-)I'm stackin this paper and blockin these haters My new bitch a yellow vanilla like wafers I really just met her, I call her Vanessa I forgot the hoe name I'm in love with her brain, let her put on my chain While I fuck on the drugs Don't make the same bread girl your man need to catch up If he come around he gone get jacked like jill Better chill put the steel to your head like an ear drum Makin 'em bands like Diddy in my city Mike Amiri my pants, too skinny can't fit me Big gun got me saggin like grandma titties I been servin flapjacks like aha Dennys Paul Bunion with the onion in the trap all day Talkin racks on racks, my brother wanna pack He don't even gotta pay Cause he know ima front 'em Hurricane Harvey whole city ina flood New Audemars Piguet, buss it down with baguettes Diamonds wet like a water balloon bust on my neck Ion do the stat pad, been had a Hellcat But I want sum new so I copped the Corvette 2 Phones, Mike Jones, blue flag on my neck Camera, Jim Jones, duce it crip set Wear a blue bandanna Neck full of jew-wels, no Santana ayy (Chorus: KCG Josh) Im stacking my paper and blocking these haters So much dope it had to transport on a boat (Boat) Ice on my grill, face so chill Shine from ear to ear, biggest set are my earlobes Chain swinging like ropes Dick in her throat She love it when I make her choke Remember days I would smoke If I go back broke, then I'm kickin doors Stupid nigga ain't realized ion fight no more That's why I tote the iron Know he a bigger guy Well I bet this .45 make him my size Make a close nigga get back Make a wild nigga chill and relax [?] ain't coming back Call the [?], send a blitz, huh-one, huh-two Send the D-Line, ima get a sac