CHOK3

[Intro] I got the Helly Hansen on my coat Yo' diamonds, they billy dancin', they so slow My niggas, they whip the static, they won't go And, my nigga, I grab the ratchet then I blow Cookin' that crack, right there in the bowl And I'm in the field, I'm feelin' like Bo Im on that post like that mail, I'm gon' dunk on that hoe And I'm shootin' like Bill if that nigga want smoke And I blow on no, pole I blow on no smoke Hollow tip hit his throat, make him choke Alright, I get it I mean, uh, come inside, make yourself at home [Verse 1] Lil' shawty, she bop She all on my dick 'cause I get to a bag The Glock with the dick, man, the choppa's a fag Rip [?] when I'm walkin' with [?] Like, I'm in the booth and I'm smokin' on gas And I'm with yo' boo and shе throwin' it back And I count up the blues when I gеt to a bag She built like a flute, she built like a fan I walk in the [?] throwin' bands And I just be switchin' lanes in the Benz He runnin' his mouth then we spinnin' his [?] That nigga not dead, we shootin' again I stay with the rocket, Jeremy Lin I pull up and pop him, hear me then I pull up in foreign, steerin' the whip I from the streets, stir the shit Hop out with the strap, evacuate [?] not with yo' first aid The choppa [?] I mix it with minute maid Lil' shawty a thot, cannot fuck with no bae Sniffin' on white, I'm sniffin' the cocaine I'm feelin' the hype, bitch, I'm feelin' okay Choppa got kick just like Olay I'm sippin' that drank, mix it with the OJ I'm killin' these bitches, I'm feelin' like O.J That nigga run up and he dyin' today That nigga a bug, I spray him like Ray The personal space, I'm invadin' space Walk down, home invasion That's not my bit, that's not relation I watch him bake it, cut like bacon I up the glizzy [?] That nigga 50, that nigga switchin' That nigga barkin', nigga bitchin' These niggas snakes, I hear 'em hissin' My diamonds gold, hear them pissin' I had 'em pop just to piss 'em One shot, I ain't missin' Two Glocks, two shots, turn that boy to two pots Foreign drop, countin' nice I just fucked like two thots I'm fuckin that bitch and I'm countin' this guap He talkin' my money, like, nigga, what's up? And shawty, she want me, she know that I'm up I pull up on [?] and I slide in a truck [?] right in the drop I got a tool, it got a mop I pull up on [?], I drop the top Bitch on that bitch, she give me top [Verse 2] Nigga want juice and I said, "Let's run it" Hop out with the tool then I get to dumpin' Not talkin' too much 'cause I brought the pump in Big AR, get carved like a pumpkin I'm leavin' a scar, I'll shoot at his muffin And I'm shootin' from far, no need a discussion And I shoot up his car like, where are you goin'? And I flex on these niggas, not feelin' like Hulgan And you don't got no figures, these niggas be buggin' That nigga be hoein', don't want no commotion I up on the tech, it's sprayin' like lotion Bitch, I got a glick, better get with the motion And I got a strap but don't got a motion I walk with my racks, bitch, I am a motion She givin' me neck and that lil' bitch, she throwin' it And I pull out the draco, lil' shawty, she showin' it And I'm fly as a jet when I walk in that bitch And I up on the tech and the yopper, it spit I'm with a bitch and she givin' me lip Boy, I got a glick, so don't open your lips I pull up in click, I'm takin' his chips Designer, my kicks, I'm rockin' that Rick And I got the gas and it's all in a zip Put him in a bag, then I'ma zip But I got a bad bitch in my whip And I'm on my trap shit, then I whip And makin’ the racket with the blick Then we get the [?] hammer or we bliss Jeans, they saggin' 'cause I'm rich And I get a [?] off a show I'm fuckin' that thot when I'm on the road I pull out the drop, boy, I pull out the dro And shawty a bop but she outta control But I'm on my slime, we wipin' his nose My diamonds, they ice, I almost caught a cold I got the Helly Hansen on my coat Yo' diamonds, they billy dancin', they so slow My niggas, they whip the static, they won't go And, my nigga, I grab the ratchet then I blow Cookin' that crack, right there in the bowl And I'm in the field, I'm feelin' like Bo Im on that post like that mail, I'm gon' dunk on that ho And I'm shootin' like Bill if that nigga want smoke And I blow on no, pole I blow on no smoke Hollow tip hit his throat, make him choke [Outro] Prodigal