Chopo Brothers

Lyrics

[Intro] (Stuntman) (BeatGang) [Verse 1: Clean Up Man] I'm a boss, lil' nigga, I don't take orders The fans keep tellin' me to drop, they gotta wait for it This shit layin' 'round the crib ain't no pape' shortage Don't no bitch wanna fuck, you gotta pay for it [Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd] I bought this mansion with cash, I don't pay mortgage They always wanna buy 'em boss, like, damn, did I make Gordon's? Niggas been showin' too much love, it's a hate shortage My nigga down the way with puppies, got a crate full of cane coursols [Verse 3: Clean Up Man] This bitch wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck on Kidd All my bitches twenty-one and up, I don't touch no kids She walk around the crib nosey, tryna touch on shit I pulled my dick out and told her she can touch on this [Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd] I can't respect no pussy that don't got no grip Bullets rollin' out the K look like Bosco sticks The way we hit your block, you would think you had El Chapo hit They sayin' it's a dime shortage, but we got a lot more fifths [Verse 5: Clean Up Man] Put my bitch up in Pucci, she a Barbie My hoes drink Don Julio, not Bacardi I broke a bitch heart, hell no I ain't sorry Bitch got shot outside the club, I done hit the wrong target, damn Make a diss and get smoked, get a buzz from it My lil' nigga caught a hat for me, he got a dub comin' Out to lunch with the plug, I got some drugs comin' This bitch horny as hell, she in the club bummin' [Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd] That bitch didn't stop them 7.62s, now you down a vest Bullets knock your nipples on the ground, now you down a chest Knock the titties off your bitch, now she down a breast She like to fuck and it's still a lot of storage, that's my kind of bitch If I sneeze and your bitch say, "Bless you", she love me The fiend took off runnin' with the ball like it's rugby My Arkansas niggas get it done, they just country [Outro] (Okay, Stuntman)