Paroles Chopbloc 2 Blocboy Jb

Chopbloc 2

Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Choppa make a nigga sing
What you say, Choppa?
Git git (NLE Shit, bitch, git)
Git git

Fuck it, bitch I'm thuggin', the Glock, I'm tuckin' (Tuckin')
Up it,
I knock yo' muffin, end of discussion (Glltt, glltt)
I don't do no fuckin' cuffin', I fuck yo' cousin (Yeah)
She say that my dick is lovely, I think she love me (Huh, ayy)
Hit him with the Drake, I ain't talkin' 'bout Aubrey
You say you a killer, lil' nigga you flagin'
And just like a pizza, I want me some toppings
And if it's a problem, you know I'ma solve it (Bitch)
Buckle yo' seat, bitch I'm ready to drill you
And just like a ghost, I give you the chills (Yeah)
Bitch I'm deep in the water, they call me a seal (Yeah)
You was fuckin' with me, somehow you got killed
I'm like, "Ooh", I be goin' coupe, I might have to rob you
Pull up where that nigga work, shoot him though the drive-through
And don't speak up on my name, nigga, I advise you (Bitch)
I put a bullet through yo' head (Where?)
Right between yo' fuckin' eyes, fool
I got a tool on me, Handy Mandy, that bitch dandy
Just like a squirrel, bitch I want me a nut, just call me Sandy
On Halloween, I was robbin' the kids for that candy
Now, I grew up hittin' licks and these niggas, they can't stand it
Drop-top Chop, bitch I knock that top
I broke a bitch spinal cord when I gave her backshots
I put a nigga on Fox
That's if he talkin' to the cops
Choppa how many bodies you got?
Bitch, I got a lot
I put the Perc' up in my Henny so you know I'm gettin' silly
I leave yo' body in the old town road, just like I'm Billy
Bitch I'm Gucci'd down, now, a nigga used to shop in Tenni's
And all these Pampers-ass hoes really out here feelin' chitty (Yeah yeah)

Ayy, ayy
That's how you feel (Feel)
I'm on the block with the steel (Steel)
I'm in the club and I'm runnin' these hoes
This shit feel like it's track and field
If you talkin' 'bout the crippin' shit homie, I been doin' this shit for years (Fool)
What the price homie? All this ice on me, this shit got me up on chills (Choo)
Ride through the city, with yo' bitch, get my dick sucked
Bank account on Antetokounmpo, we gettin' big bucks
Big BN chain name, never got my shit took
I heard them niggas talkin' smoke, well bitch you know that shit up
Before I work it out with a bitch I do a sit-up
.40 to his mouth, I gun him down, now he can't get up
I heard the opps talkin', I know how to close their lips up
This shit get personal, I put his momma in the pick-up
.40 on my side, Choppa on the left of me
Please don't judge me, all this weed and beef get the best of me
Heard you got a thang for bad bitches, but yo' bitch chubby
I could be the ugliest nigga in the room and yo' bitch'd still fuck me
I heard she's got no cash, you on a low budget
You payin' for that ass, you got a whole budget
You gettin' to it with ya' hoe, because yo' how buggin'
I teach that bitch a lil' Pilates, have her toes touchin'

Yeah
You know what the fuck goin' on
901 shit
Bitch
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Glltt)