"Chainsaw Berretta" lyrics
ovg! & ZQNNEX Lyrics
Deal with the devil, said I gotta take his soul
Bend the block, grip the chop, and let this motherfucker blow
Bitch I'm makin' all the green, so they know we on go
Slit his throat, take his dough, and then a bitch she hit the road like
Bad bitch said she wanna get inside
Betta watch your tone 'fore I hit you with the .9
Gettin' guala on the low, big bank all the time
Motherfucker finna slide, leave him dead up in his ride
Where the opposition? Bitch you know we got the knocka
Bend through his block, steady lookin' for an oppa
Bitches steady dissin', spin his block like a bottle
Shawty on my line, said she wanted me to top her
Don't test the gang, 'cuz this shit can get deadly
Fuck around, we pull up on an opp and behead him
Bag on my back, 'cuz your boy makin' cheddar
Nigga talkin' tough, then he get hit up with the 'retta
Big choppa
Can't stop us
Bad bitch, and she totin' the knocka
Fuck with us, he get turned into grabba
Fuck the lil' bitch, then I dip for another
Glockies, I tote 'em
Hit it with the Trojan
Bitch in my pack, and this shit hella potent
Bitch I never lack, tell a nigga "what's the motive"
Brodie want me dead, but they never make a motion
Get into it
Get ruthless
Got a bitch, said she wanna go to Ruth Chris
Go stupid
Off the fool shit
Go dumb with the chop, leave him toothless
Keep me a rocket, we dump out the V
She be touchin' my pockets, while she off a bean
Gun jam up, he get hit with the beam
And I'll stack me a band 'cuz I love all the green
Deal with the devil, said I gotta take his soul
Bend the block, grip the chop, and let this motherfucker blow
Bitch I'm makin' all the green, so they know we on go
Slit his throat, take his dough, and then a bitch she hit the road like
Bad bitch said she wanna get inside
Betta watch your tone 'fore I hit you with the .9
Gettin' guala on the low, big bank all the time
Motherfucker finna slide, leave him dead up in his ride
Where the opposition? Bitch you know we got the knocka
Bend through his block, steady lookin' for an oppa
Bitches steady dissin', spin his block like a bottle
Shawty on my line, said she wanted me to top her
Don't test the gang, 'cuz this shit can get deadly
Fuck around, we pull up on an opp and behead him
Bag on my back, 'cuz your boy makin' cheddar
Nigga talkin' tough, then he get hit up with the 'retta
Bend the block, grip the chop, and let this motherfucker blow
Bitch I'm makin' all the green, so they know we on go
Slit his throat, take his dough, and then a bitch she hit the road like
Bad bitch said she wanna get inside
Betta watch your tone 'fore I hit you with the .9
Gettin' guala on the low, big bank all the time
Motherfucker finna slide, leave him dead up in his ride
Where the opposition? Bitch you know we got the knocka
Bend through his block, steady lookin' for an oppa
Bitches steady dissin', spin his block like a bottle
Shawty on my line, said she wanted me to top her
Don't test the gang, 'cuz this shit can get deadly
Fuck around, we pull up on an opp and behead him
Bag on my back, 'cuz your boy makin' cheddar
Nigga talkin' tough, then he get hit up with the 'retta
Big choppa
Can't stop us
Bad bitch, and she totin' the knocka
Fuck with us, he get turned into grabba
Fuck the lil' bitch, then I dip for another
Glockies, I tote 'em
Hit it with the Trojan
Bitch in my pack, and this shit hella potent
Bitch I never lack, tell a nigga "what's the motive"
Brodie want me dead, but they never make a motion
Get into it
Get ruthless
Got a bitch, said she wanna go to Ruth Chris
Go stupid
Off the fool shit
Go dumb with the chop, leave him toothless
Keep me a rocket, we dump out the V
She be touchin' my pockets, while she off a bean
Gun jam up, he get hit with the beam
And I'll stack me a band 'cuz I love all the green
Deal with the devil, said I gotta take his soul
Bend the block, grip the chop, and let this motherfucker blow
Bitch I'm makin' all the green, so they know we on go
Slit his throat, take his dough, and then a bitch she hit the road like
Bad bitch said she wanna get inside
Betta watch your tone 'fore I hit you with the .9
Gettin' guala on the low, big bank all the time
Motherfucker finna slide, leave him dead up in his ride
Where the opposition? Bitch you know we got the knocka
Bend through his block, steady lookin' for an oppa
Bitches steady dissin', spin his block like a bottle
Shawty on my line, said she wanted me to top her
Don't test the gang, 'cuz this shit can get deadly
Fuck around, we pull up on an opp and behead him
Bag on my back, 'cuz your boy makin' cheddar
Nigga talkin' tough, then he get hit up with the 'retta
