Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chipper Jones 4, artist - Joey Fatts. Date of issue: 13.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chipper Jones 4 |
| I might just chalk 'em out |
| Bet you this carbon gon' bring the corners out |
| You talking loud but ain’t tryna bite, then what that bark about? |
| My niggas wild |
| Catch you out slipping in front of your bitch’s house and leave you foul |
| Hollow tips hit you and blow your noodles out |
| This that Chipper Jones |
| .45 bullets hurt more than sticks and stones |
| stuffed with a couple |
| These niggas hoes |
| Nigga like me come from a different mode |
| Never told a soul, I keep that shit G, I’m sticking to the code |
| You don’t know that feeling when you sliding on that road |
| With ten birds stuffed inside the pannels of the doors |
| If you was in my situation dog, you’d probably fold |
| Looking like you made it, serving dope and everybody know |
| Fuck getting even, we tryna up the score |
| We gon' slide all weekend, |
| Chopper big as Gary Coleman with a different stroke |
| He was, turned deacon when we released them poles |
| Niggas speaking on my name like I ain’t been doing my thing since like '99 |
| Owned about like 99 |
| One call, my niggas riding |
| If I spot an opp, I can guarantee you niggas dying |
| Tony Starks with the iron |
| And you can ask them niggas |
| Glock clips long as antennas, who want static with us? |
| Send some shots into your frame, I hope you get the picture |
| If you not part of this gang then you the opposition |
| I heard you niggas hit that bell at reception |
| Word around town is that your boy is telling |
| gon' poke him up once he get the message |
| We don’t harbor no snitches and bitches in my section |
| Molly got me lockjaw, I’m on the north tryna get this pot off |
| These niggas acting hard but they’re cotton soft |
| Am I worried? |
| Not at all |
| If he pose a threat, knock him off |
| bitch top him off |
| My momma said I won’t be satisfied until I got a lot of time |
| Screaming fuck the other side |
| Never could we coincide, ever since my nigga died |
| We been piling homicides |
| We been leaving mommas crying |
| Caught 'em, hit 'em with the five |
| I want all the smoke, I’m laughing at you cause you all jokes |
| I had your bitch down on all fours |
| You act but we all know |
| I’m up at peeling off |
| Bank account look like a barcode, nigga |
| On gang |