lirik lagu chopz (mi) & babyfxce e - no hook
[intro: babyfxce e]
yeah
b~tch
huh, huh
[hook: babyfxce e & chopz]
huh, i ain’t no n~gga that you could press
think nothing ain’t gon’ happen, p~ssy n~gga, you better ask about us
n~gga, i can show your ass that i’m a threat
if you put me to the test, then you better have a strap around you
boy, you better have a gun or you cooked
today i’m feeling real punchy, i don’t wanna use no hooks
i don’t do no punchin’ anyway, your ass gon’ get cooked
i know it look like a regular three hundred race, you gon’ get cooked
[verse: babyfxce e & chopz]
like some mcchicken
i just spend some chicken on my b~tch hair, that’s the reason why her lace missin’
don’t try to match me with the weed you got, our sh~t taste different
thе reason why this b~tch called a shaker causе it shake n~ggas, all fast sh~t
my new b~tch way colder, hoe, you think i’m trippin’ ’bout my last b~tch?
catch me on the block, i up the chop, bro, i got fast twitch
we don’t no half of tens, we want all bad sh~t
lil cous’ want all switches, he on bad sh~t
and if you bring up m boys, don’t forget the guns and fast sh~t
balenci’ on my feet, walk him down with the fashion
you finna come put that p~ssy on me, b~tch i ain’t askin’
the glock got a glitch, it’s laggin’
did this first song on some quick sh~t, it’s practice
how the f~ck did i just take a trip without packin’
pokin’ any b~tch that touch me, n~gga, i’m a cactus
don’t hold me accountable, i did in my past sh~t
the pape’ make a married b~tch cheat, it’s almost magic
and stop saying you curry with the thirty, bro, you sh~ggy
i can count the pape’ with my eyes closed, do that sh~t with passion
i can do it in my sleep, this rap sh~t sweet
n~gga, all your raps is cap, n~gga, you not unique
huh, i might slide to the d and f~ck up unique
rick owens, paid seven hundred for some jeans
turnt off the rap, y’all gon’ be f~cked up when i start to stream
only my second cup, bro, how the f~ck i’m already startin’ to lean
when i don’t rap for a minute, it’s like i start to fiend
pull that b~tch ’round the back, somebody start the jeep
already got my own whip, ain’t gotta ask for heat
want me and fxce to get up on your song, bring expensive things
my cup ain’t green, baby girl, this some different lean
i told her call me chopz, but she think i’m talkin’ bout the heat
aye, chopz, they don’t know about that one street
m block, where we was totin’ all them one things
we was eighteen and nineteen drivin’ touchscreens
eleven hundred amiri jeans and i ain’t punch these
brrr, stupid n~gga, you can’t duck these
chased him in the all whites, now they got that one crease
throw money in his pocket, can somebody bring a crutch please
this n~gga really think i hit his b~tch, i made her hit her knees
[hook: babyfxce e & chopz]
huh, i ain’t no n~gga that you could press
think nothing ain’t gon’ happen, p~ssy n~gga, you better ask about us
n~gga, i can show your ass that i’m a threat
if you put me to the test, then you better have a strap around you
boy, you better have a gun or you cooked
today i’m feeling real punchy, i don’t wanna use no hooks
i don’t do no punchin’ anyway, your ass gon’ get cooked
i know it look like a regular three hundred race, you gon’ get cooked
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