Murk - Choppa sing Lyrics

This shit no auto herb
Burn them motherf*cker in these street ya heard
This shit like a grand Maric
Alright I'll see you will
VVs Still Dirt dancing with the Austin Martin Thing
All these stacks bustin' out my jeans
It's a hurricane
Married to the streets I can't divorce we is not The same
Doing runs duckin' from the 12 I'm like Jackie Chan
Three shots one just hit the head
Let the chopper sign
Paramedics couldn't save his life he lost Everything
Momma dripping them purkin' bags she feel a lot Of pain
Blake the niggas standin' over his body let
The chopper sign
In my hood you ain't never seen Rollie custom Made
Sellin' cocoa never double-cross me
Send him to the grave
Jesus saved me I did not embrace my life the Price to pay
Catching bodies hommie in a shackle but he beat The case
As a youngin' syrup got me drowned
Now I'm ridin' waves
All the killers it vouchin' for the trenches
Y'all free baby K
Choppa choppa Brody bust a Glocka keep it all On stag
Smokin' Zaza feel like Elon Musk I'm flyin' Straight to space
Gotta keep the cat in the bag cause they gon' Envy you
Lil bitch tryna bust down with the star but she got Attitude
Moussane and your boo thang and in my Bentley Coup
Shawty never have fun with the snake but she Want jimmy chop
Never sober gotta hit the plug on the Motorola X-pills in my promethazine mixed with Coca-Cola
Gucci belt saint Laurent my sweater I'ma fashion Nova
Livin' fast in a NASCAR they can't pull me over Push the clerk jewelry Michael Jackson gangin' Playin' poker
Model bitches ridin' on my dick like a roller coaster
VVs Still Dirt dancing with the Austin Martin thing
All these stacks bustin' out my jeans
It's a hurricane
Married to the streets I can't divorce we is not The same
Doing runs duckin' from the 12I'm like Jackie Chan
Three shots one just hit the head
Let the chopper sign
Paramedics couldn't save his life he lost Everything
Momma dripping them purkin' bags she feel a lot Of pain
Blake the niggas standin' over his body let
The chopper sign
Give him gas but they still won't smoke
Always gon' be loyal to my brothers like we took Some oath
Switchin' some send me threats on IG bitch I Don't respond
Tryna work my number for the summer Bape and Saint Laurent
Told lil bitch to give me top
Nigga let's go Glock for Glock
You ain't never spin no block we see the opps we Give them shots
VVs Still Dirt dancing with the Austin Martin Thing
All these stacks bustin' out my joint
It's a hurricane
Married to the streets I can't divorce we is not The same
Doing runs duckin' from the 12I'm like Jackie Chan
Three shots one just hit the head
Let the chopper sign
Paramedics couldn't save his life he lost Everything
Momma dripping them purkin' bags she feel a lot Ofpain
Blake the niggas standin' over his body let
The chopper sign
Let the choppa sing