Chops on the Blade

Numbers, nigga Trap Man Stack Uh Mack Cardo Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy I'm reaching in my motherfuckin' pocket (In my pocket) Five G's cash and a modified wop (Yeah) I'm picking up this bitch, I'm in Sac (I'm in Sac) Bonafide snow guaranteed to make dollars (Yeah) It's only two bitches that I like (That I like) A trappin'-ass ho and a square that keep it solid (Uh) These niggas too worried 'bout niggas ('Bout niggas) Bitch, I just made a fifty-ball last night I'm ridin' in my five-point-easy (ASC, skrrt) I'm sliding through the Point, so I'm grippin' on the jeezy Saw a black 650, it was Stevie (Stevie Mack) I said, "What's happenin' with my nigga? You can call me if you need me" (Yeah) I got a lil' lightskin bitch from the Rich' (Rich') I told her off the rip, love, I'm not havin' kids (Nah) It's way too much fuckin' money to get (Ayy, ayy, ayy) You knew the bitch was outta pocket, still payin' her rent, but I be Trap, trappin' like a motherfucker (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Stack, nigga stackin' like a motherfucker (Man) Mack, nigga mackin' like a motherfucker (Good job) Like a motherfucker (Damn) Like a motherfucker (Yeah) Trap, trappin' like a motherfucker (Yeah) Stack, nigga stackin' like a motherfucker (Yeah) Mack, nigga mackin' like a motherfucker (Yeah) Like a motherfucker (Yeah) Like a motherfucker I'm dippin' with Venus and Serena Chocolate, but make more than Christina Knocked her, served the P a subpoena (Man) Wildin', sideways in the Bimmer JCat caught her humpin' on Peter Maybach, I think I sort of kind of need it (Good job) Way back, I was slidin' with Nina (Nina) Hit it from the back, smack, smack on demon Meet me on the hill, I got hubbas for the lowski (Lowski) I'm bustin' hella knocks and my right pocket bulky I told her like this, "If you know me, then you owe me" (Good job) You all in your feelings 'cause a lil' bitch on me (Ayy, ayy, ayy) My XD a 9, this recipe is mine I light it up, recline, ain't 'bout money? Decline I'm M'd up I'm fine, nigga, HP my side Nigga hate me, don't mind, 'cause I'm knee-deep in the mob And I be Trap, trappin' like a motherfucker (Goddamn) Stack, nigga stackin' like a motherfucker Mack, nigga mackin' like a motherfucker (Good job) Like a motherfucker Like a motherfucker (Yeah) Trap, trappin' like a motherfucker (Yeah) Stack, nigga stackin' like a motherfucker (Yeah) Mack, nigga mackin' like a motherfucker (Yeah) Like a motherfucker (Yeah) Like a motherfucker Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah, nigga It's zero miles on the dash, nigga Rollin' up on pink slips and shit Numbers, nigga Niggas thought this shit was over, that shit funny as hell, nigga And a bitch out of pocket, then you better quit playin' with her Nigga, this the night shift You know what I'm talking about? Numbers Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy Shit, shit, shit Man, uh Damn Numbers Good job, sock it to me Shit, shit, shit Ayy, uh Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy