paroles de chanson 4 Chops - Wizzy Snow

4 Chops
Talking out his neck that shit got bro popped
Don't knock we aiming at the door nigga no cops
Phone stop we still making plays
And I'm still toating Ks so we counting niggas days
She say so no way you still in love
No bitch I'm trying fuck
If you friends with it too
Than bitch we gotta fuck
He talking scared when he see me
If you owe me we going hunt
Green beams on his ass you a saint but this no luck
I'm on thanks to the gang niggas put me on shit
It's still Free Meezy but he gone so we on shit
If you owe me add tax I ain't type to just loan shit
You ain't fucking on the first day I guess I got the wrong bitch
Money too long for a nigga play about that pussy
Ain't seen cuhz in years you wanna link nigga book me
And I'm still wrapping pies cakes niggas and them cookies
So many crips when I ride bitch Im feeling like Tookie

Who a rookie? Not me bitch
I ain't never been
Them niggas put me down the next day was still spinning bins
The land called said cuhz chill we trynna make friends
But I aint the type put you on
I'm the type to put you in
Big Ks when I toat shit
You the reason little bro hit
Making plays without the boss
Now you sitting on that phone sick
And you know not to call me
Niggas know I don't do that phone shit
Now them boys on your ass
Your goofy ass on the wrong shit
I'm talking big money plays bitch
Them drugs in the way bitch
Boys can't focus when they high
Got damn It's a shame bitch
I want the ones bitches follow
Hell nah don't want no lame bitch
Don't ask me who I'm doing
better know your fucking lane bitch
Only gang when you see me watch my niggas say Crip
They use to laugh when they see me now everybody on my dick
Might not see me in the camera but I'm on bitch I'm lit
You see my chains in her pictures just know she taking dick

4 Chops
Talking out his neck that shit got bro popped
Don't knock we aiming at the door nigga no cops
Phone stop we still making plays
And I'm still toating Ks so we counting niggas days
She say so no way you still in love
No bitch I'm trying fuck
If you friends with it too
Than bitch we gotta fuck
He talking scared when he see me
If you owe me we going hunt
Green beams on his ass you a saint but this no luck
I'm on thanks to the gang niggas put me on shit
It's still Free Meezy but he gone so we on shit
If you owe me add tax I ain't type to just loan shit
You ain't fucking on the first day I guess I got the wrong bitch
Money too long for a nigga play about that pussy
Ain't seen cuhz in years you wanna link nigga book me
And I'm still wrapping pies cakes niggas and them cookies
So many crips when I ride bitch Im feeling like Tookie
Who a rookie? Not me bitch
I ain't never been
Them niggas put me down the next day was still spinning bins