Jet Li

[Hook]
.40 chop 'em like Jet Li, heard these opps wanna' get me
Run wrong, come and get me, bust a shot where his head be
.40 chop 'em like Jet Li, heard these opps wanna' get me
Run wrong, come and get me, bust a shot where his head be

[Verse]
Niggas talkin' real hot, never spin a block, we totin' on this Glock
Steady fallin' on a rock, kick 'em where he hurt, bitch she a flirt
Put his body in a hearse, if he ain't dead, reverse then we lurk
You say you wanna' be a Blixky?
Just open up a checkings, see a opp, let the Tec spit, choppa' bullets gotta' melt him
Why the Floss jackin' Ave P? Swear the opps really hate me
Free Bito out the cage b, bro told me stay AP
Shoot a nigga in his face, stand over his body, give 'em like 8

Skrt off inna' V, leave 'em on the scene, pop another beam
Call my shiggies, bend the block, lurkin' for the opps, duckin' from the cops
You not twirlin', you a fool, kill 'em if he Woo, see 'em on the news
Your bitch on the Xanny, she twerkin' like Sandy, I'm all in her panties
Take a trip to the H, we twirl everyday, burn a opp broad day
These niggas can't relate, we spinnin', we spinnin', we aim for his face
Just give me the rope, if I catch me a Woo, tie 'em up like a bow
Put gas on his ass, light 'em up in a flash, leave his ass in the past
We all just trynna' be rich, let's get to that bag, won't ever miss a mil bitch
She wanna' twirl cause we lit, dive in the ocean, I think I'm kinda seasick
Opps lookin' for fame, though, won't see the next day, so, Better pray for your life, my niggas we slide and we'll kill you on sight
Suck my dick, you rat-faced foolio, steady talkin' 'bout a Blicky's funeral
Never spin, better stay in the studio, last opp couldn't pay for his funeral

[Hook and Outro]
.40 chop 'em like Jet Li, heard these opps wanna' get me
Run wrong, come and get me, bust a shot where his head be
.40 chop 'em like Jet Li, heard these opps wanna' get me
Run wrong, come and get me, bust a shot where his head be