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]

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