Dp

And I'm in this bitch, turn me up
And I'm in this bitch, yeah
Bitch, gang, could catch me throwin' up like I'm DP
On top the corner store while I try to sell my CD

But nah, I flip the pack, I get it, girl, and then I repeat
But I'm still on the block, no hand in hand, so you won't see me
You know, get your head bust, lil' bitch, you was a neck, lil' baby, throw up
I got this 4-pack, dirty chop, and I'm gon' blow

This chop block, we in the club, you best to know me
My right hand, yeah, that's my stepper, he gon' fuck her, he gon
I got this one thick bitch, she from Denali
And she came all the way just to the crib to bend it over

And the way that I'm so stuck up on her, she in the slum, we over
And the way that I be givin' her this dick, I can't control her
I was in the fat ass, when I came and rolled it up
My future price is goin' up, I'm fuckin' your bitch, I know that hurt

But they won't fuck with me, I'm goin' up
Heard you was talkin' shit, show him up
Poppin' the shit, gettin' money, look like a leaf
I was so fat, I walk with a lamb

Big body bitch, with my dick, she a fan
When I'm inside, I use her to fan
Soil in her throat, I can't understand
Big chop on me, I'll bliss your head, boy, you know what it is

And yeah, I'm goin' all out, and for it, I don't need no pen
You can catch me, throw it like I'm DP
On the side of the corner store, I try to sell my CD
But now I flip the pack, I get it gone, and then I repeat

But I'm still on the block, no hand to hand, so you won't see me
You gon' get your head busted, lil' bitch, she use a neck, lil' baby, throw up
I got this 4-pound dirty chop, and I'm gon' blow up
It's chop-blowin', we in the club, you best to know

My right hand, yeah, that's my stepper, he gon' flow
Yeah, he gon
Twenty poles in the winter, thirty in the summer
Tell a movie, we gon' dump him

Them ghost niggas be huntin
Chopper louder than the thunder
Let him move it, nigga, it'll be down
Life a nigga ugly

They movin', we gon' up it
Thirty comin' off this cutter
Chopper swingin', nigga, skunkin
First one movin', first one runnin

All them niggas bout that yap, yap, till we touch him
All these niggas with that rap, cat, bro, they bust him
Yeah, he was postin' to the Snapchat, and then they rushed him
And I stay pussy with these big-ass cats, boy, they rushin

Caught that nigga out of debt, then, then we bust him
They did all, know nothin', if he moved, then they fussed him
Your camera's throttlin' like I'm DP
On side the corner store, I try to sell my CD

But now I flip the pack, I get it gone, and then I repeat
But I'm still on the block, no hand to hand, so you won't see me
You gon' get your head busted, lil' bitch, she use a neck, lil' baby, throw up
I got this four-pound dirty chop, and I'm gon' blow up

It's chop, we in the club, you best to know me
My right hand, yeah, that's my steppin'