"Swingin Chop" lyrics
You know how the fuck we comin' (Twelvo made this shit bang)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, all that, come here
You know we bouncin' out in here
Yeah, come here, where you goin'? Grrah, all that, nigga
That's all he took, nigga, that's all he heard, grrah
Foenem got Celine, I gotta cover my shit to the top (To the top)
If they drop a diss, I get on ass, come through, I'm swingin' chop (Grr)
Party on the block, call all the freak hoes we got on the rocks (We got on the rocks)
He had tripped and fell, stand over him, put shells all in his top (Come here, come here)
I'm gon' up this switch and blow this dick, I'm not gon' fuckin' box (Not gon' box)
Eat dick with no hands, she come in clutch, yeah, this my favorite thot (My favorite thot)
Booked me for a strap, in JTDC two months, fuck the cops (Fuck the cops)
Drive all on the curb, a high-speed chase, free Shaq, I can't get boxed (Skrrt)
We don't play with ghosts, is you stupid? All we got is Glocks (Got is Glocks)
Shots all in his face, he DOA, we put his ass on Fox (Grr)
Let off shots, ain't done, we spin the block, that's how we do the opps (Come here, come here)
Trappin' hard, I feel just like my pops, the fiends tryna get off rocks
In my bag, all my bitches candy thick and they all bad (They all bad)
Tried to steal a Kia, they caught his ass, that boy had went out sad (Come here, where you goin'?)
SRTs and Tracks right off the Pad, yeah, we be ridin' fast (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lil' bro hit the gas, we on the E-way, pray we do not crash (Do not crash)
I'll catch him, bounce out on they block with button up on me (Brrr)
His ass scary, he don't come outside, so we plot on his homie (We on his homie)
Fry shit like bacon, jump out the car and chase him, turn him to bologna (Come here, come here)
Be with the opps, I cannot trust a bitch, I know she tryna door me (She tryna door me)
Hit they block, ARPs and Glocks if them boys drop a diss (Grr)
Disrespectful, slide to the opp's grave and I might take a piss (Fuck the opps)
Signed a deal, still don't give no fuck 'cause I be with the shits (I'm with the shit)
Told me, "Chill, you ain't gotta slide, just call and send a hit" (Come here, come here)
Foenem got Celine, I gotta cover my shit to the top (To the top)
If they drop a diss, I get on ass, come through, I'm swingin' chop (Grr)
Party on the block, call all the freak hoes we got on the rocks (We got on the rocks)
He had tripped and fell, stand over him, put shells all in his top (Come here, come here)
I'm gon' up this switch and blow this dick, I'm not gon' fuckin' box (Not gon' box)
Eat dick with no hands, she come in clutch, yeah, this my favorite thot (My favorite thot)
Booked me for a strap, in JTDC two months, fuck the cops (Fuck the cops)
Drive all on the curb, a high-speed chase, free Shaq, I can't get boxed (Skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, all that, come here
You know we bouncin' out in here
Yeah, come here, where you goin'? Grrah, all that, nigga
That's all he took, nigga, that's all he heard, grrah
Foenem got Celine, I gotta cover my shit to the top (To the top)
If they drop a diss, I get on ass, come through, I'm swingin' chop (Grr)
Party on the block, call all the freak hoes we got on the rocks (We got on the rocks)
He had tripped and fell, stand over him, put shells all in his top (Come here, come here)
I'm gon' up this switch and blow this dick, I'm not gon' fuckin' box (Not gon' box)
Eat dick with no hands, she come in clutch, yeah, this my favorite thot (My favorite thot)
Booked me for a strap, in JTDC two months, fuck the cops (Fuck the cops)
Drive all on the curb, a high-speed chase, free Shaq, I can't get boxed (Skrrt)
We don't play with ghosts, is you stupid? All we got is Glocks (Got is Glocks)
Shots all in his face, he DOA, we put his ass on Fox (Grr)
Let off shots, ain't done, we spin the block, that's how we do the opps (Come here, come here)
Trappin' hard, I feel just like my pops, the fiends tryna get off rocks
In my bag, all my bitches candy thick and they all bad (They all bad)
Tried to steal a Kia, they caught his ass, that boy had went out sad (Come here, where you goin'?)
SRTs and Tracks right off the Pad, yeah, we be ridin' fast (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lil' bro hit the gas, we on the E-way, pray we do not crash (Do not crash)
I'll catch him, bounce out on they block with button up on me (Brrr)
His ass scary, he don't come outside, so we plot on his homie (We on his homie)
Fry shit like bacon, jump out the car and chase him, turn him to bologna (Come here, come here)
Be with the opps, I cannot trust a bitch, I know she tryna door me (She tryna door me)
Hit they block, ARPs and Glocks if them boys drop a diss (Grr)
Disrespectful, slide to the opp's grave and I might take a piss (Fuck the opps)
Signed a deal, still don't give no fuck 'cause I be with the shits (I'm with the shit)
Told me, "Chill, you ain't gotta slide, just call and send a hit" (Come here, come here)
Foenem got Celine, I gotta cover my shit to the top (To the top)
If they drop a diss, I get on ass, come through, I'm swingin' chop (Grr)
Party on the block, call all the freak hoes we got on the rocks (We got on the rocks)
He had tripped and fell, stand over him, put shells all in his top (Come here, come here)
I'm gon' up this switch and blow this dick, I'm not gon' fuckin' box (Not gon' box)
Eat dick with no hands, she come in clutch, yeah, this my favorite thot (My favorite thot)
Booked me for a strap, in JTDC two months, fuck the cops (Fuck the cops)
Drive all on the curb, a high-speed chase, free Shaq, I can't get boxed (Skrrt)
