Choppy Talk

(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
I ain't even know that bitch
Was recordin' for real
You know that we them boys for real
Alright, when we gon' start?
(Rich off Pints, nigga)
Let me start right now
(Max, this what we on, gang?)

I'm a lean sippin', pill poppin'
Dread headed real rasta
Chopper shooter, hitter
They gon' have to find real doctors
Got my nephew with me
He just wanna rob and kill somethin'
Bitch, we in the field uh
Let me say it over, alright
I'm a lean sippin', pill poppin'
Dread headed real rasta
Chopper shooter, hittеr
They gon' have to find real doctors
Rеally from that way, they
Just rappin', bitch, we real monsters
Grindin' in the field, thuggin', Kway-Kway
He gon' kill somethin'
(Kway, he gon' kill somethin')

Bitch, bitch, I got real money
(I got real money)
Snatch a soul, like we in the store
I'm tryna steal somethin' (Come here)
Pop a Perc', then another Perc'
Ain't tryna heal nothin' (Uh, uh)
In your city, got a hundred sticks
We tryna build somethin'
(Tryna build somethin')
Yeah, I get high 'til I don't feel nothin'
All this ice on me, take it off
I call that chill button (Beep, beep, beep)
Twenty for a show
An extra five if I got Will comin'
(Drank God)
I don't want no eighths or want no
Line 'cause it's a seal comin'
('Cause it's a seal her)
Fuck her for a hundred, for a fee
She pry that pussy (Uh, huh)
My youngins in the trenches bust your
Head for an ounce of Cookie (For real)
Bust a Rollie down, yeah, this a trophy
I ain't no rookie (Bling)
We shoot his crib up to bring him to me
I'm tired of lookin' (Hah)
Yeah, try to rob me, we whack his mama
I ain't Ace Boogie (Uh, uh)
We would've killed Rico, that nigga try
Me like I'm a pussy, yeah
VVS watch changin' colors, look like Gushers
(Gushers) now that I think about it, Ace
Would've never fucked my sister, nah
Pussy-ass nigga
Get out the club 'cause you is a coward
(Kermit) bitch, I been gettin' money since
Lil' Jerry was rockin' Dallas, yeah
Real ghetto boy
Twenty-eight inch dubs on my Denali
(Drank God) i put a switch on it
Now that bitch faster than a Challenger
(Skrrt)

That bitch faster than a Challenger
Fast as shit, nigga rich off Pints
I ain't even got nothin' else to say
'cause I just been
It's just the type of time I'm on, for real
Pour me up two, gang, I need like
We had only drunk an eight, it should be like
Another like four left, some shit like that