ChopBloc 2 (Explicit) - BlocBoy JB/NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：James Baker/Bryson Potts/Carlton D. Mays/Marquis Davis

Composed by：James Baker/Bryson Potts/Carlton D. Mays/Marquis Davis

NLE Choppa：

I'm in the booth with a Glock 23

AR15

Choppa make a n***a scene

What you say Chop

Yeah yeah NLE s**t b***h

Yeah yeah yeah

F**k it b***h I'm thuggin

The Glock I'm tuckin

Up it I knock your muffin

End of discussion

I don't do no f**kin cuffin

I f**ked her cousin

She said that my d**k is lovely

I think she love me

Hit him with a Drake I ain't talkin bout Aubrey

You sayin you a killer

Lil n***a you flagin

And just like the Pizza I want me some topping

And if it's a problem you know I'mma solve it

Bust through your s**t b***h I'm ready to drill

And just like a ghost I give you the chills

B***h I'm deep in the water they call me a seal

He was speakin on me somehow he got killed

I'm like "who"

I be goin coo

I might have to rob you

Pull up where that n***a work

Shoot him through the drive-through

And don't speak up on my name n***a I advise you

I'll put a bullet through yo head right between yo f**kin eyes fool

I got a tool on me handy mandy that b***h dandy

Just like a squirrel b***h I want me a nut just call me Sandy

On Halloween I was robbin the kids for their candy

Now I grew up hittin licks and these n***as they can't stand me

Drop top Chop b***h I knock back tops

I broke a b***h spinal cord when I gave her back-shots

I put a n***a on Fox

Just if he talkin to the cops

"Choppa how many bodies you got"

-b***h I got a lot

I put the perc up in my Henny so you know I'm gettin silly

I'll leave yo body in the old town road just like I'm Billy

And b***h I'm Gucci'ed down now a n***a used to shop at Tennis

And all these pamper a*s h*es really out here feelin s**tty yeah yeah

BlocBoy JB：：

That's how you feel

I'm on the block with the steel

I'm in the club and I'm runnin these h*es

This s**t feel like is track and field

If you talkin bout this crippin s**t homie

I been doin this s**t for years

What's the price homie

All this ice on me

This s**t got me up on chills

Ridin through your city with your b***h get my d**k sucked

Bank account on Antetokounmpo we gettin' big bucks

Big Ben chain I ain't never get my s**t tucked

I heard these n***as talkin smoke well b***h you know this s**t up

Before I work it out with a b***h I do a sit-up

40 to his mouth I gun hin down now he can't get up

I heard the opps talkin I know how to close they lips up

This s**t get personal I put his momma in the pick-ups

40 on my side choppa on the left of me

Please don't judge me all this w**d and beef get the best of me

Heard you got a stock of bad b***hes but yo b***h chubby

I can be the ugliest n***a in the room your b***h will still f**k me

I heard you got no cash you on a low budget

You payin for that a*s you got a whole budget

You get into it with your h*e because your h*e buggin

I teach that b***h a little Pilates how her toe touchin