Chipper Jones 4

[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