Текст песни ChopBloc Pt. 3 (feat. NLE Choppa) - Pt. 3 - BlocBoy JB , NLE Choppa
Ayy,
Cartoon,
you
got
another
one
Iceberg
want
a
bag,
bitch
Ayy,
ayy
Ayy,
ayy,
we
put
the
Drac'
up
to
yo'
face
I
seen
Lil
Tevo
knock
him
out
I
bet
we
put
him
in
his
place
Twenty
Grapes
up
in
this
house
and
we
all
posted
with
K's
Let
him
play,
I
air
him
out,
I
just
walk
'em
down
in
my
J's
I'm
still
posted
with
cuttas
I
shoot
at
mammas
and
brothas
We
ain't
worried
'bout
the
others
We
see
them
niggas,
they
suffer
We
bagged
'em
up
in
the
duffel
We
dab
'em
up
then
we
bust
'em
I
brought
my
flip
flops
in
fights
'Cause
I'm
shootin'
I'm
never
scufflin'
When
the
murda
come
and
meet
you
and
yo'
door
Yeah,
it's
me,
bitch
AR-15
and
it
got
a
scope,
with
my
ski,
bitch
Big
Grape
on
the
vine,
big
Glo'
we
spinnin'
G
shit
Take
yo'
diss
song,
get
you
killed,
then
make
a
remix
Do
you
wanna
slide
tonight?
If
he
don't
he
gonna
die
tonight
Thousand
dollar
Glock,
exotic
pipe,
you
know
we
grip
it
tight
If
the
prices
right,
catch
him
on
sight,
walk
up
and
take
his
life
Told
the
opps
to
white
the
chalk
up,
that
his
body
laid
that
night
Campin'
out
in
bushes
and
ditches,
that's
if
I
wanna
miss
him
By
myself,
I
made
the
decision,
don't
want
no
codefendant
Catch
a
witness,
catch
a
face
shot,
don't
need
no
reminiscin'
Bare
face,
and
I'm
face
to
face
Catch
a
case
then
I'm
not
guilty
Yeah,
I'm
not
guilty
I
get
rich
or
die
tryin',
I'm
not
50
I
just
fucked
the
plug
bitch
now
his
watch
missin'
Time
is
money
nigga
we
finessed
the
clock
wench
I
got
shootas
at
the
line,
call
'em
Mike
Bibby
He
play
with
gang,
we
spin
around,
do
a
360
That's
a
Xbox,
you
wear
G-Shock
Draco
ride
shotgun
got
the
seat
hot
Miami,
I
got
heat,
bitch,
I'm
Chris
Bosh
.223,
hit
his
feet,
make
him
hopscotch
You
just
served
two
niggas
that
looked
like
Drake
and
Josh
No
wonder
why
the
police
on
yo'
block
hot
You
got
shot?
Let
me
shoot
you
in
the
same
spot
I
got
money,
but
I'm
still
on
that
same
block
Caught
a
body
and
I
still
got
the
same
Glock
Go
dig
it
up,
I
bet
it's
still
in
the
same
spot
Yeah,
and
I'm
still
in
the
same
spot
Yeah,
and
I
ride
for
my
niggas
And
I
ride
for
my
niggas
And
I
die
for
my
niggas
We
like
fuck
them
other
niggas
Ayy,
ayy,
we
put
the
Drac'
up
to
yo'
face
I
seen
Lil
Tevo
knock
him
out
I
bet
we
put
him
in
his
place
Twenty
Grapes
up
in
this
house
and
we
all
posted
with
K's
Let
him
play,
I
air
him
out,
I
just
walk
'em
down
in
my
J's
I'm
still
posted
with
cuttas
I
shoot
at
mammas
and
brothas
We
ain't
worried
'bout
the
others
We
see
them
niggas,
they
suffer
We
bagged
'em
up
in
the
duffel
We
dab
'em
up
then
we
bust
'em
I
brought
my
flip
flops
in
fights
'Cause
I'm
shootin'
I'm
never
scufflin'
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