Karate Chop (Remix)
You know  This just some real ***** ****  a real ***** story
You know what I'm saying

Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in the new 'rarri

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serving to the **** fiends

Blowing money  stay clean

Michael Jackson  Billy Jean

Got a Panamera round a young ***** neck
Got a young ***** pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of ***
Had to beat the grind up  ran up my check
***** ***** get money  ***** get that
Roll a blunt of chronic  ***** sell a lot of crack
You can hit a ***** line  order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati  pulling up a donk
50 000 on yo watch  young ***** splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle  sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young ***** workin' gotta buss a cape
I'mma take a phone call  hustle everyday

Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in the new 'rarri

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serving to the **** fiends

Blowing money  stay clean

Michael Jackson  Billy Jean

Whipping up a cake  just to go and snatch a spider
Young ***** play with keys  like a type writer
Al Capone  John Gotti was a ***** idol
I was never snitching  I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer  driving with a rifle
***** where you at  ***** we go pull up on ya
Young ***** looking like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in the new 'rarri

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serving to the **** fiends

Blowing money  stay clean

Michael Jackson  Billy Jean

Pop a lot of pain pills
Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels

Beat that ***** up like Emmett Till
Yeah
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho  callin' from two different phones
Tell that ***** "leave me the **** alone "
See  you **** her wrong  and I **** her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie  and my **** is a trolley
Boy  I'll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I'm blind
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
Man I just received a package
Them other ****** taxin'
And my pockets so fat  I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that ***** must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate
Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in the new 'rarri

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the **** fiends

Blowing money  stay clean

Michael Jackson  Billy Jean