For Da Weekend, Pt. 3 (Chopped & Screwed)

[Intro]

(Sosa)

Huh

(Oh, 5.StarChrome)

Yeah, yeah

It’s the dawg

[Verse]

In the dope game we gon’ have speed bumps but you don’t not fuck who that re-up

If you stay down in this shit long enough nigga one day you’ll be up

Them niggas pop that shit from miles away it that when they see us

[?] bitch came to my crib said she wanna decorate told the bitch [?]

When I was broke I had a bright idea to rob every motha fucker I was near

Can’t show you now cause bitch I don’t got no fear

He think he my man I’m playing him close he don’t got no idea

Soon as he get his load I up my pole my hood know how I get

Nigga we bounce out 4-5 blicks we open the [?] a bitch get hit

Fore’ i thought about a dеal bust down my wrist that’s like my bitch it’s thick as shit

[?] said “Brody you giving them shit” nigga play the with gang hе get hit in his shit

Rap like he insane but he really a bitch I talk like him I’m really that nigga

Nigga said papi fell off bitch where? fell off in your bitch that shit hurt the ear

Got big ass rocks this shit hurt my ear poured tris on the rocks like a iced cold beer

Glock trunk shit Chicago bear my Chiraq bitch be throwing up L’s

I’m high as shit but you can’t tell smell like that shit mixed with Chanel

I’m not 4batz I ain’t going for nun of that of that I don’t got two hunnit for a bitch nails

Brody get locked up then he bail right out nun of my niggas gon sit in a jail

Everyday a fit on I’m putting that shit on everybody scream “Pap fresh as hell”

Big bankroll I’m a known dope boy I told the dumb bitch I don’t got no zell

Bitch I’m loaded on the highway all wall I’m sitting sideways

Mami bitch call me padre dark skin bitch look like Beyoncé

Double cup-tris ion drink no fuckin’ bombay not with that shit then get from around me

Shit call [?] out the county might go [?] 9/11 combat 4”forty in my denims

I can’t stop em once they on you the only thing they know is get him

Need my pills or I start sketching it’s me and Fred we gettin’ twisted

Why the fuck you told them my business niggas know how Freddy living

Dumb bitch said she tryna kick it I’m eating chicken counting chicken

Bitch asked me could we bump chicken not right now give me a minute

Bitch said Fred you mean as fuck bitch shit up get the fuck

Spark a blunt and grab my cup belly Freddy I’m the one

I’m in this bitch gettin cooked when he seen me he was shook

He was scared I know the look you out numbered and alone

You a long way from home the red zone on your home

Fuck you niggas wanna do pop one get me in my mood

Got city bitch jamming screw I spend the green save the blues

Papi fly parachute thirteenth hunnit pair of shoes

Drench a bitch in Louie V like I’m tryna make the [?] news

Off the drink I’m slow as Karrahboo this one to the face I can’t share with you

Brody glitching want me to share the boot what the fuck is that? that’s terrible

Ten mill hit him it was unbearable

Duck him in the club duck him [?] this car big enough for two

Bitch I’m him who the fuck is you?

[Outro]

This car big enough for two

Bitch I’m him who the fuck is you