Chops Out (feat. Tory Lanez & Ralfy the Plug)

(Enrgy made this one) First off, put a drum on it Terrorize these niggas, I came in with Big Pun on me Clip long as phone numbers They ain't know nothing Wait, what this nigga say? Start the song over Six pallbearers In loving memory in bold letters, dumbass It's two and one on the scoreboard, ain't no run back I bet he couldn't dodge these shells in that Demon Swiss cheese, heard somebody yell "Jesus" But they can't hear you Jumpman, everybody wearing mics up in your pictures Rats is facts, I'm finna put this cheese on you High beams on the 40, whitе tees looking bloody Pussy nigga shouldn't have eyed mе while we clubbin' Chops out, mops out, shut his block down It's a lot of opps out, but they ain't know nothing See this switch on this Glock? I paid 400 (tuh) Chops out, mops out, it's a lot of opps out (tuh, nigga) But they ain't know nothing On gang and them, they ain't know nothing Big .40 bulging, got titties, you'll get the whole hundred Good perky meat is all I got, I ain't with no loving Your bitchass'll get popped, don't be doing no mugging It's a whole lot of old niggas hating, a bunch of Joe Buddens I was in the trenches, your bitch ass wasn't doing no thugging I'm handing chops and mops out to all my pole busters He on the 'Gram with a fake Glock, he's a ghostbuster I'm selling pills at his spot, I'm a toe crusher Stincs got our own chains and whips, don't need no loners Your bum ass gon' stay broke 'cause you's a prolonger I was about to nut but she give me a band and said go longer Chops out, mops out, shut his block down It's a lot of opps out, but they ain't know nothing See this switch on this Glock? I paid 400 (tuh) Chops out, mops out, it's a lot of opps out (tuh, nigga) But they ain't know nothing I (I), will not leave my gun with yo' shooter Dope boy I know for a fact that I'll shoot ya I'm tryna flee off the scene with a cougar Strapped just like Drakeo attached to the ruler Quarantine over, nigga still ain't outside Niggas killed your mans and you still ain't out slidin' GSR test pissing on my hands quietly If you need a pill then hit a lick, don't slide with me Yeah, no doubt, tell the judge I'm a fiend just to get it thrown out I'll Jazzy Jeff a nigga and kick his ho out Off the hipper like a stripper when I pull the pole out, mm She say I'm smooth in these Chuck Taylors Put my burner in your purse, that's a love language Yeah, you say you tough, she said you nothing dangerous Yeah, I'll do rocks for 12 months then I'm on face Hit the hang out 'cause the gang out We could cut, fake or we could bang out (Nigga) Chops out, mops out, shut his block down It's a lot of opps out, but they ain't know nothing See this switch on this Glock? I paid 400 (tuh) Chops out, mops out, it's a lot of opps out (tuh, nigga) But they ain't know nothing