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