God Dammm

[Chorus]
I like Glockies, but God damn, it's something 'bout them chops
Wanna leave the hood, but God damn, it's something 'bout that block
Ever put some shit on FOX?
Ever hopped out wit' that chop?
Ever ran down on the opps and gave 'em shots?, I'm talking 'bout put they shit on rocks
I'm wit' steppers, I'm wit' smackers, hell yeah
Ain't no telling what's gon' happen if they catch him over there
We put buttons on them Glizzies, they say we ain't playing fair
I could pop my shit for real, I think I'm more Death Row than Suge

[Verse]
They ain't wanna kill me, pop a pill, come on and crash then
Pop out wit' a big-ass chopper, turn a nigga to past-tense
I can't name-drop they hood 'cause that shit still getting spin't
He a rapper, he a gravedigger, still on bullshit
He a problem child, done shot at everybody he had toured wit'
You can't pull up on me, can't roll the window down, shoot through the whip
Well, there's flying bodies, guess it's safe to say "Don't do attempts"
Don't want that nigga on my side he ain't gon' kill nothing
I want millions for my nephews for them lil ones
Ever see me wit' 'em, know it's 30 shots or better
I don't let 'em play like that, gon' shoot it through my sweater
Tote it like a license, I tote this bitch wherever

[Chorus]
I like Glockies, but God damn, it's something 'bout them chops
Wanna leave the hood, but God damn, it's something 'bout that block
Ever put some shit on FOX?
Ever hopped out wit' that chop?
Ever ran down on the opps and gave 'em shots?, I'm talking 'bout put they shit on rocks
I'm wit' steppers, I'm wit' smackers, hell yeah
Ain't no telling what's gon' happen if they catch him over there
We put buttons on them Glizzies, they say we ain't playing fair
I could pop my shit for real, I think I'm more Death Row than Suge