Karate Chop

You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story

You know what I'm saying?

(aye)

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)

Pull up in that new rarri (yea)

Living like John Gotti (the mob)

Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)

Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)

Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Got a panamera round a young nigga neck (porche)

Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet (she working)

Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex

Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check

Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that

Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack

You can hit a nigga line, order what you want

I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk

50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge

Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup

Keep a young nigga workin' .....

I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)

Pull up in that new rarri (yea)

Living like John Gotti (the mob)

Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)

Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)

Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider

Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer

Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idle

I was never snitching, I can put that on the Bible

In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle

Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya

Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's

We was grinding up from a tube & a baby

Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl

Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup

Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work

I can get 36 for a clean shirt

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)

Pull up in that new rarri (yea)

Living like John Gotti (the mob)

Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)

Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)

Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Hol' up sir, you in my Rari

Money like I'm Frank Matthews

Killers around me like I'm Gotti

If I tricked you, know I'm sorry

I be fresh don't need no stylist

I be geeking on them mollies

Sell remix don't sell no cleans

My hand like a triple beam

I got workers like machine

All I do is sell dreams

Have my niggas serve fiends

I get up and then I lean

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)

Pull up in that new rarri (yea)

Living like John Gotti (the mob)

Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)

Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)

Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean