Choke

(Ima do it like that YB)
Ay, Ay

(Chorus: KCG Josh)
Im stacking my paper and blocking these haters
So much dope it had to transport on a boat (Boat)
Ice on my grill, face so chill
Shine from ear to ear, biggest set are my earlobes
Chain swinging like ropes
Dick in her throat
She love it when I make her choke
Remember days I would smoke
If I go back broke, then I'm kickin doors
Stupid nigga ain't realized ion fight no more
That's why I tote the iron
Know he a bigger guy
Well I bet this .45 make him my size
Make a close nigga get back
Make a wild nigga chill and relax
[?] ain't coming back
Call the [?], send a blitz, huh-one, huh-two
Send the D-Line, ima get a sac

(Verse 1: KCG Josh)
Yeah I got big racks (Cha-ching)
Thumbing thru fifties and hunnids, countin till my fingers crack
I'm smokin on major league [?]
My wood look like baseball bats
Pussy good then she might get a call back
Or a text or whatever
Say she from the ghetto
Oh hell no I don't deal with no ratchet hoes
Niggas act bold, get exposed
Puttin on shows, playin roles
Showin out for these hoes, never gettin no money
Flexin them guns, never shot the pole, put that on my soul
I won't tell a thing, a nigga see the folks and say everything
When lookin at me, you can tell I'm KCG
You not the bank teller, don't tell me anything
Rock a durag like Mike Jones
Neck on Ice Age i'm freezin
R-I-P Medu Persona get [?] but that shit in me
Show me how to get the money by any means
Just like Malcolm X
I flip bitches like a coin so that mean I'm getting head until

(Chorus: KCG Josh)
Im stacking my paper and blocking these haters
So much dope it had to transport on a boat (Boat)
Ice on my grill, face so chill
Shine from ear to ear, biggest set are my earlobes
Chain swinging like ropes
Dick in her throat
She love it when I make her choke
Remember days I would smoke
If I go back broke, then I'm kickin doors
Stupid nigga ain't realized ion fight no more
That's why I tote the iron
Know he a bigger guy
Well I bet this .45 make him my size
Make a close nigga get back
Make a wild nigga chill and relax
[?] ain't coming back
Call the [?], send a blitz, huh-one, huh-two
Send the D-Line, ima get a sac

(Verse 2: Maxo Kream)
(I'm stack-)I'm stackin this paper and blockin these haters
My new bitch a yellow vanilla like wafers
I really just met her, I call her Vanessa
I forgot the hoe name
I'm in love with her brain, let her put on my chain
While I fuck on the drugs
Don't make the same bread girl your man need to catch up
If he come around he gone get jacked like jill
Better chill put the steel to your head like an ear drum
Makin 'em bands like Diddy in my city
Mike Amiri my pants, too skinny can't fit me
Big gun got me saggin like grandma titties
I been servin flapjacks like aha Dennys
Paul Bunion with the onion in the trap all day
Talkin racks on racks, my brother wanna pack
He don't even gotta pay
Cause he know ima front 'em
Hurricane Harvey whole city ina flood
New Audemars Piguet, buss it down with baguettes
Diamonds wet like a water balloon bust on my neck
Ion do the stat pad, been had a Hellcat
But I want sum new so I copped the Corvette
2 Phones, Mike Jones, blue flag on my neck
Camera, Jim Jones, duce it crip set
Wear a blue bandanna
Neck full of jew-wels, no Santana ayy

(Chorus: KCG Josh)
Im stacking my paper and blocking these haters
So much dope it had to transport on a boat (Boat)
Ice on my grill, face so chill
Shine from ear to ear, biggest set are my earlobes
Chain swinging like ropes
Dick in her throat
She love it when I make her choke
Remember days I would smoke
If I go back broke, then I'm kickin doors
Stupid nigga ain't realized ion fight no more
That's why I tote the iron
Know he a bigger guy
Well I bet this .45 make him my size
Make a close nigga get back
Make a wild nigga chill and relax
[?] ain't coming back
Call the [?], send a blitz, huh-one, huh-two
Send the D-Line, ima get a sac