Download Lagu Chop His Head - Jdot Breezy MP3

(Ayy, Zay, this shit too crazy) (I love you, Finesse God) These niggas all talk Stupid (That's merch) Why these niggas actin' like they on somethin'? (Actin') Talkin' gangster, pussy nigga, you ain't blow nothin' (Blow nothin') Your ass trippin', end up missing 'cause you're on one Them bodies in the city ain't your business, you don't own one (Bitch) Pop up at your front door like it's trick or treat Draco tweetin', that bitch trippin' like I gave it Hennessey This bitch killin' anything, they wan' put an end to me Go against me, they gon' kill you, bitch, you not a friend to me Doped up and turnt, bitch, pussy nigga, try and stop me You ain't know me, now you know me Coochie nigga, 'cause you're floppy Tell your tеam come get a real artist, in еxchange, they dropping Why you keep comin' for me when niggas played with your mama? Fuck your partners, they all dyin' except you, what's goin' on? You be hidin', only thing you do is type behind that phone Still in the car with all my niggas, bangin' gas and buyin' chrome We takin' souls, we catch a nigga headed home and bust his dome Been with the shits and still is Act like it's fuck me, then you're food I got my own money, stupid-ass lil' boy, your ass a fool Now, who the fuck you playin' with? Let's take this nigga back to school And teach this bitch-ass boy a lesson 'bout what them Dracs do I turn your mans into a strain, pussy, tell me that I'm cap Fuck what you sayin', these niggas playin' bully 'til that Drac' clap Left his ass in a new position, call that bitch the face-lap Run up on 'em, bitch, it's SOG, he got his face tapped Stand Over Gang knock off a limb, if I can't catch him, pay for him These pussy niggas pull attempts, it's Mortal Kombat, finish him Fateful demise, replenish him Baptize the boy, no savin' him Don't come outside, this nigga trim Okay, his homies paid for him I count, motherfuck your head, bring 'em back, I'ma pay that shit ARP might jam, I supply you a K, go get 'em and stink the bitch Go show a bitch nigga what danger is Line 'em up, paint the bitch Art wall, Picasso, baby, we so inconsiderate Start the beef, I finish it Ask 'bout us, we finish shit They won't catch me, I move like a ghost, like chips, I'm dippin' in Say you never ran, we bent your block while you was dippin' then My niggas whack you for the free, I'd rather give 'em dividends Ayy, God, forgive me for my sins Damn, I'm finna sin again Thou shalt not kill, forgive me, Father, 'cause I whacked his ass A body bag what he deserve, kept talkin' out that mouth of his I ain't tryna rap with niggas, I let that Draco do the mouthing then Think outside the box, that nigga did, now look at him, dead He say he be makin' niggas run, he the one that ran Addiction, man, this drillin' shit be fun, so we slide again He talkin' out his fuckin' neck and tongue, so we chop his head