Letras
(Chop, stop playing with me, folk)
Yeah, nigga, know the fuck going on
Quit talking about go (Doowop), pussy, boy
You know what I'm saying?
Be humble, chop shit up, we buying this block, you know that we walk shit down
They say he performing like, oh, he got a shot, you know that we spinning the line
Usually shit, bitch, I don't even move when I'm hearing them sounds
Sweet boy, Dre go boom, make a nigga act moving, do I call shooting at the crowd?
Get caught down bad, look, bro, I'm bound to shoot
Drop on a horse, drop 200 shots, it's better every time
I know where they at, do I been in the loop?
I'm standing on business, might slide in the suit
Might bend the whole arm, she wet like a pool
I'm just getting away with my gun, she through
Put this shit up, huh
Two quick blades on the Glock, we gon' shine, get loose
Up on this drink, caught by the deuce, free Deuce
Sticking for smoke, but it's too hot
Put three in my dumbbell back two times
Everybody stepping, even my sister, I know action pool gonna ride
Everybody dying, look at the new one, bitch, I'm the 245
Lil Doowop, let's switch up the ride
Tell a nigga, go pick up that gas
Fist ball wan' slide in disguise
Bro got a super drop high five
He threw us a chart for spinning Lil Doowop, top five
The folks, bitch, I'm trying to catch a top five
Shit on fire, got rid of it fast
A nigga get burnt if he step on the fast
In the old untucked, but I'm still like five
Long as fuck who died if he ain't in the arc
But in the bro, I know a matter of the cause
Sweet boy, jerk in my pants, they lost in the sauce
So I hit the block, I'm getting lost
If he ain't got a clue, go blue
The bros on the block every day serving fentanyl
(Chop, stop playing with me, folk)