Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ChopBloc 2, artist - BlocBoy JB.
Date of issue: 02.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ChopBloc 2 |
I’m in the booth with a Glock .15 |
Honorable C.N.O.T.E |
AR-15 |
Choppa make a nigga sing |
What you say, Chop? |
Git git (NLE Shit, bitch, git) |
Git git |
Fuck it, bitch I’m thuggin', the Glock, I’m tuckin' (Tuckin') |
Up it, I knock yo' muffin, end of discussion (Glltt, glltt) |
I don’t do no fuckin' cuffin', I fuck yo' cousin (Yeah) |
She say that my dick is lovely, I think she love me (Huh, ayy) |
Hit him with the Drake, I ain’t talkin' 'bout Aubrey |
You say you a killer, lil' nigga you flagin' |
And just like a pizza, I want me some toppings |
And if it’s a problem, you know I’ma solve it (Bitch) |
Buckle yo' seat, bitch I’m ready to drill you |
And just like a ghost, I give you the chills (Yeah) |
Bitch I’m deep in the water, they call me a seal (Yeah) |
You was fuckin' with me, somehow you got killed |
I’m like, «Ooh», I be goin' coupe, I might have to rob you |
Pull up where that nigga work, shoot him though the drive-through |
And don’t speak up on my name, nigga, I advise you (Bitch) |
I put a bullet through yo' head (Where?) |
Right between yo' fuckin' eyes, fool |
I got a tool on me, Handy Mandy, that bitch dandy |
Just like a squirrel, bitch I want me a nut, just call me Sandy |
On Halloween, I was robbin' the kids for that candy |
Now, I grew up hittin' licks and these niggas, they can’t stand it |
Drop-top Chop, bitch I knock that top |
I broke a bitch spinal cord when I gave her backshots |
I put a nigga on Fox |
That’s if he talkin' to the cops |
Choppa how many bodies you got? |
Bitch, I got a lot |
I put the Perc' up in my Henny so you know I’m gettin' silly |
I leave yo' body in the old town road, just like I’m Billy |
Bitch I’m Gucci’d down, now, a nigga used to shop in Tenni’s |
And all these Pampers-ass hoes really out here feelin' chitty (Yeah yeah) |
Ayy, ayy |
That’s how you feel (Feel) |
I’m on the block with the steel (Steel) |
I’m in the club and I’m runnin' these hoes |
This shit feel like it’s track and field |
If you talkin' 'bout the crippin' shit homie, I been doin' this shit for years |
(Fool) |
What the price homie? |
All this ice on me, this shit got me up on chills (Choo) |
Ride through the city, with yo' bitch, get my dick sucked |
Bank account on Antetokounmpo, we gettin' big bucks |
Big BN chain name, never got my shit took |
I heard them niggas talkin' smoke, well bitch you know that shit up |
Before I work it out with a bitch I do a sit-up |
.40 to his mouth, I gun him down, now he can’t get up |
I heard the opps talkin', I know how to close their lips up |
This shit get personal, I put his momma in the pick-up |
.40 on my side, Choppa on the left of me |
Please don’t judge me, all this weed and beef get the best of me |
Heard you got a thang for bad bitches, but yo' bitch chubby |
I could be the ugliest nigga in the room and yo' bitch’d still fuck me |
I heard she’s got no cash, you on a low budget |
You payin' for that ass, you got a whole budget |
You gettin' to it with ya' hoe, because yo' how buggin' |
I teach that bitch a lil' Pilates, have her toes touchin' |
Yeah |
You know what the fuck goin' on |
901 shit |
Bitch |
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Glltt) |