Death Comes In Threes

[Producer Tag: ChopGodLewi]
Lewi still the ChopGod

[Verse 1: Matt Houston]
You want that fly shit?
I'm the pilot, that's my shit
Disguised with all the bullshit you be likin'
Something you can vibe with
See the light in, it's vibrant
Give you life shit
Make her mine for the night quick
All that hype shit
Beat the beat up it's violent
I'm stylin'
Imagine him coyote wilin'
I'm nice as the highest
Leave a rapper lifeless
Buildin' up my résumé the greatest on your iris
The sky is the limit
Why you think I'm puffin' out these clouds? Tryna' get it?
Wait a second
Toguro with the bars bitch yeah he flexin' (Yeah)
Spittin' flames hot as Hell tryna' find my way to Heaven
And I might not make it
What I'm tryna' say is got these bitches bumpin' Gucci gettin' white girl wasted
They all say they tryna' slay shit
I'mma dragon spittin flames attackin' tracks and I ain't never goin' back up in my cage
Aye, Matt is straight insane with the rap flow
Spittin' dope might O-D off of that dose
Straight cheesin' with a bad hoe she that cold
All that talkin' shit made me an asshole
You gettin' what you asked for
Savage with the bars they should put my ass in prison
Lookin' for your chick she in my crib if she went missin'
I'm just the shit it's just that simple what you want me to say?
I bring it home King James shit they bout to parade and you late

[Verse 2: Chris Patrick & ChopGodLewi]
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I'm the expert in this avenue
My effort not unnoticed
Y'all ain't never had the aptitude to severe all my focus cause
My attitude is actually gettin' monstrous
Niggas is preposterous
Difference between us simple, you a bitch without accomplishments, eclipsin' all your confidence
Cinematic niggas send their clips but we not watchin' it
Sensitive ass niggas still be bitches up there barkin' shit
Mike Vick tempo
Slaughter anything
Slaughter everything
Slaughter enemies
Slaughter the pack of the heathens leechin' all upon on my energy
Seein' they lost identities
Reach to build a kingdom not lead us through all the century
Censor me if you will
Too explicit to kill
Too efficient I'mma build and plot the shit as I feel
I been poppin' since '96 tryna' grind for a mil'
I been shinin' like diamonds and the rock on my grill
I been tryna' keep cool 'cause it's hot in the fields
Slidin' on these fools like I rock with the seals
Watchin' all my moves I don't mind for the real
Niggas need to just watch they self
Workin' all day 'til the sun is down
Need a hunnid thou'
Every time a nigga dumb it down
Don't talk bitches and then run around (Lewi still the Chop God)
This is not the time to be that humble now
We up in the jungle now

[Verse 3: shofu]
And we don't fuck around
Sick of talkin' if I hear another sound
My niggas comin' to your crib to gun it down
Happy that you stuck around
Bitch I keep a stick like I'm a drummer now
Pop and leave a pussy nigga underground
I linger like a thundercloud, unfortunate
You bitchin' I ignored it bitch
I chop the body up and then I stored the bitch
My tree was gettin' light I needed ornaments
​shofu the enormous shit
You won't get a win up in my tournament
I'm so extraordinate
Sit around my pockets gettin' corpulent
They bigger than my legs this disproportionate
That's a metamorphosis
If you try to play me like an organist
You end up in a box like a contortionist
Bitch I barely rap and I be torchin' shit
Pull up where you staying give your coordinates to all of my subordinates
Your bitch such a whore for this
Promised her a hundred for the head
She sucked my dick I took the money and ignored the bitch
Can't give money to a bitch
Flash bands watch her ass it go dummy on the dick
Dark night but it's lookin' so sunny on my wrist
You broke ain't a damn' thing funny in this bitch
Too nice get clapped for breathin'
Get slapped when I snap then season
My plate you get smacked for eatin'
I attack for feedin'
Got your bitch up on my lap she tweakin'
Lemme' hit it from the back for reasons
Pussy nigga I can rap for seasons
You niggas ain't 'bout shit
All that money talk is cheap
I walk unique
You broke ass niggas can't walk with me
Or talk to me
Or watch for free
You better watch the street
And dot your i's and cross your t's before you think about crossin' me
This ain't a dream, nigga, you can really die up in this bitch
And we won't lose even an ounce of sleep

[Producer Tag: ChopGodLewi]
Lewi still the ChopGod

[Outro: shofu]
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