Chipper Jones 4

Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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