"Karate Chop" lyrics

[Future:]
You know
This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm saying?
This beat is so, so Metro

Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in a new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Got a Panamera 'round a young nigga neck
Got a young bitch pulling up in a 'vette
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Picture nigga getting money, nigga, get back (back)
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack (crack)
You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
I can whip a Maserati, pulling up a donk (donk)
50 thousand on your watch, young nigga, splurge (splurge)
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup)
Keep a young nigga working that'll bust a K (K)
I'ma take a phone call, hustle every day (every day)

Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in a new 'rarri (Yeah)
Living like John Gotti (The mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (They're smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Whipping up a cake just to go and snatch a Spyder (Spyder)
Young nigga, play with keys, keys, like a type writer
Al Capone. John Gotti was a nigga idol
I was never snitching. I can put it on the Bible
In a four-door Bimmer, driving with a rifle
Nigga, where you at, at? Nigga, we're gon' pull up on you
Young bitch looking like Janet in the '80s ('80s)
We was grinding up from two and a baby (oh)
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl (curl)
Got a Styrofoam cup and it's full of syrup
Send it over from Lil' Mexico and let me work (let's work)
I can get 36 for a clean shirt (shirt)

Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in a new 'rarri (Yeah)
Living like John Gotti (The mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (They're smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (Who bad?)

[Casino:]
Pull up, serve you in my 'rarri
Money like I'm Frank Matthews
Killers around me like I'm Gotti
If I tricked you, know I'm sorry
I'd be fresh. Don't need no stylist
I'd be geeking on them Mollies
Sell remix, don't sell no clean
My hand like a triple beam
I got workers like machine
All I do is sell dreams
Half my niggas serve fiends
I get up and then I lean

[Future:]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in a new 'rarri (Yeah)
Living like John Gotti (The mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (They're smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean