Chop

[Chuck Inglish]
Live nigga brought back the starter
When I get there first I'mma call you
This time for the game, I'mma charge you
So sell for the low, you can call me
When you ring the doorbell ask for Charlie
Looking like a tall glass of water in the drop
Sound like I'm trapping out the Carter and the car
Sound like Impala when it start
It's the part, put the hammer on the blammer
Line it up, let it bump like it's Tony Montana
Wanna know who I stash this for
Couldn't really tell you if you ask me though
Couldn't really tell if she had ass or no
A ten in the face is all I ask her for
In the ten off white color band
Back when I used to switch my shoe strings
We was riding 'round like the Wu-Tang
Wallabees Tommys and the North Face
Nautica sailing like a boat race
Small gold chain on my chest like a neck brace

[Sir Michael Rocks]
I can do anything, everything is in my range now
Pick up where we left it semi-precious stone store records
Mix a little bit of pussy in the blender
On the test, it say sex, I say yes, I pay less
Poppin fresco nuevas, in modelo with the pistol
Bullets in the chamber but an early dismissal
Is not out of the question
I'm not about to wrestle
Way too skinny to be the guinea
Pig we be testing on
I ain't ever wanted to get this out of hand
Recognize daddy when we call you (hello)
We kick it like Ash and Brock
We cook it like Action Bronson in the dope pot
Well my hand go inside the Vortex
I reach in and pull out portraits
I'm bored with this world
I was getting endorsements
Back then when my parents wasn't divorced yet
That was a long time ago, I should know
The LSD make my room look like cosmic bowls
Styles all you guys done stole
All come with a price so deposit those

[Hook 2x]
Said what you working with?
What you get paid for?
Shake that thang, baby
You know what it's made for
Said what you working with?
What you get paid for?
Shake that thang, baby
You know what it's made for
You know that some of them try to rhyme
But they can't rap like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't, no no
Said some of them try to rhyme
But they can't rap like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't

[Verse 3: HBK Gang]
Make the move for a West side thug
She had a lot of niggas touch her but it ain't that love
Shake it better than her mamma so it ain't 'bout blood
Real niggas only rap about the shit we does
And I'm a G and shit, make her shake her moneymaker on my penis
We in this, got her high and seeing shit
Kill the pussy plead the fifth, all my niggas we in this
Like my bitches eat the dick, murk a beat I eat the shit

[Hook 2x]