Receipts

Damn Chose! Ayy, say, you can check the facts You know I ain't never lied in a song (DJ Chose) You know, everything I talk 'bout, I actually did Ay, shoutout T-Boy Hardbody Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga you just makin' music He got a .30, we ain't never seen him use it All your friends be dead, nigga you must fuck with Uzi When it's 'bout that murder, bitch, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah Bitch, if you beefin', then we beefin' back Say he got a body, don't believe him, need a receipt with that Say he got them Drac's, bitch you lyin', where you keep 'em at? Say you got a body, bitch you lyin', need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wait You know we put shit in the grave for playin' games, bitch Yeah, pull on side the whip and spray, fuck who he came with, yeah Real ape up out the jungle, you can't tame this Nigga sweet as cookies, call him Famous Amos Fuck with the opps then you gon' die with who you hang with Yeah, T-shirt, blood stains, what the business is (What it is) Yeah, drop a diss, youngin' hollerin', what the ticket is (What it is) Ooh, push that dick off in his bitch, I don't care how you feel Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga you just makin' music He got a .30, we ain't never seen him use it All your friends be dead, nigga you must fuck with Uzi When it 'bout that murder, bitch, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah Bitch, if you beefin', then we beefin' back Say he got a body, don't believe him, need a receipt with that Say he got them Drac's, bitch you lyin', where you keep 'em at? Say you got a body, bitch you lyin', need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Paid off them bodies, if I murk em get a hundo I'm on 75 with a .30 in the console, yeah Pop 'em from the three, bitch I'ma pull it like Toronto Bitch I beat a murder charge, I feel like OJ in that Bronco, yeah Brand new Glock nine but I can shoot, don't call me Rondo And I just added hollow tips, them bitches piercing just like Paul We throw them dirty sticks away, just so the murders never solved And I ain't never squash a beef, so bitch your OG better not call Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga you just makin' music He got a .30, we ain't never seen him use it All your friends be dead, nigga you must fuck with Uzi When it 'bout that murder, bitch, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah Bitch, if you beefin', then we beefin' back Say he got a body, don't believe him, need a receipt with that Say he got them Drac's, bitch you lyin', where you keep 'em at? Say you got a body, bitch you lyin', need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Damn Chose Hardbody DJ Chose