Choppa Block

I don't want no one to talk, tryna hit his ass up with the glock F*ck it, we gone name this bitch, Fllrrd F*ck it, we gone name it Choppa Block Aye, aye Fat tried to walk down with a chopper, bro, nem hit his ass up with the Glock Code dissin' like he did some to us, lil ' dude you need to stop Chris got his ass face at the bus stop, man, that shit was sweet Broom, under my Glock, slide through your block, and we gon' sweep it clean Give a f*ck about them disses, bet they know not to come cross that bridge Code dissing, we can't catch em', put some shots behind his bitch They dissin' Mal, and dissin' Chop, headshot him, send him back to hoodrich Why them niggas hidin', Tell em', pop out, we strictly on bullshit I heard them niggas screamin' twotymes, hold on, let me add a K You claimin' smoke, and dissin' us the type of shit that get you face Smokin' fat so much, boy, I can't see, I'm startin' to think I'm laced I know niggas dissin' on the gang, we who they love to hate F*ck it, let's slide down 600, they can't run from that Drac' He get caught, he better pray, we ain't lettin' him get away F*ck it, let's spend through Woody, they outtside, they gon' die today He can't run, but if he fall stand over him, and put one in his face Ayy, we still post up Virden dition', post up on the opps bock more than em', cause they some bitches Come through your block and shut it down, Like the Grinch who stole Christmas We been slidin' all night, where the f*ck is you niggas F*ck your lil' bitch off a perk that lil' hoe head fire, mask up, gloves tight, man, who gon' die tonight F*ck the quarters, f*ck Canal, and f*ck who step behind em' All that bullshit they been sayin, in they verses, boy, you know that I ain't buyin' it Woke up this mornin' to some new opps, and sixty-three, unread messgaes Niggas say they out to kill me, I'ma demon but i'm heaven sent They say the quarters clicked up,wWith them opps way in the Jack I guess they mad Fat, and Hoodrich got spanked, and they can't get on back I remember when Fatboy got shot, they ran, left him for dead Fucked that shit about three years later, Hoodrich caught one to the head They put outside Lil' C house and sprayed, he ain't shoot back Up from the hip and cock it back, Let off 30, snatch his hat Brr, bwah Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, brr, bwah, fllrrd, flrrd, flrrd, flrrd Ayy, that how they switch talk But ayy, say listen And we still post up on Choppa block, how the f*ck you up the glock & get hit with the chop Smoking Hoodrich in my blunt, bitch this ain't no za F*ck 2tymes F*ck whoever's steppin' behind F*ck a 600 F*ck Chris F*ck all the opps, niggaa, ya Bitch, B4AK