I don't want no one to talk, tryna hit his ass up with the glock

Fuck it, we gone name this bitch, Fllrrd

Fuck it, we gone name it Choppa Block

Aye, aye

Fat tried to walk down with a chopper, bro, nem hit his ass up with the Glock

Code dissin' like he did some to us, lil ' dude you need to stop

Chris got his ass face at the bus stop, man, that shit was sweet

Broom, under my Glock, slide through your block, and we gon' sweep it clean

Give a fuck about them disses, bet they know not to come cross that bridge

Code dissing, we can't catch em', put some shots behind his bitch

They dissin' Mal, and dissin' Chop, headshot him, send him back to hoodrich

Why them **** hidin', Tell em', pop out, we strictly on bullshit

I heard them **** screamin' twotymes, hold on, let me add a K

You claimin' smoke, and dissin' us the type of shit that get you face

Smokin' fat so much, boy, I can't see, I'm startin' to think I'm laced

I know **** dissin' on the gang, we who they love to hate

Fuck it, let's slide down 600, they can't run from that Drac'

He get caught, he better pray, we ain't lettin' him get away

Fuck it, let's spend through Woody, they outtside, they gon' die today

He can't run, but if he fall stand over him, and put one in his face

Ayy, we still post up Virden dition', post up on the opps bock more than em', cause they some bitches

Come through your block and shut it down, Like the Grinch who stole Christmas

We been slidin' all night, where the fuck is you ****

Fuck your lil' bitch off a perk that lil' hoe head fire, mask up, gloves tight, man, who gon' die tonight

Fuck the quarters, fuck Canal, and fuck who step behind em'

All that bullshit they been sayin, in they verses, boy, you know that I ain't buyin' it

Woke up this mornin' to some new opps, and sixty-three, unread messgaes

**** say they out to kill me, I'ma demon but i'm heaven sent

They say the quarters clicked up,wWith them opps way in the Jack

I guess they mad Fat, and Hoodrich got spanked, and they can't get on back

I remember when Fatboy got shot, they ran, left him for dead

Fucked that shit about three years later, Hoodrich caught one to the head

They put outside Lil' C house and sprayed, he ain't shoot back

Up from the hip and cock it back, Let off 30, snatch his hat Brr, bwah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, brr, bwah, fllrrd, flrrd, flrrd, flrrd

Ayy, that how they switch talk

But ayy, say listen

And we still post up on Choppa block, how the fuck you up the glock & get hit with the chop

Smoking Hoodrich in my blunt, bitch this ain't no za

Fuck 2tymes

Fuck whoever's steppin' behind

Fuck a 600

Fuck Chris

Fuck all the opps, ****, ya

Bitch, B4AK