Bade Bunningham

I gotta, I gotta handgun next to the
We gotta, huh, we huh, huh, huh
Sell a whole thing all down to the-

Yeah, I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock
Yeah, I gotta handgun next to the Drake
Say we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh
Sell a whole thing all down to the shake
I said I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock, huh
I gotta handgun next to the Drake
I said we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh
Sell a whole thing all down to the shake

Say I would listen to you 'bout some work but you ain't had none
I be in the kitchen whippin' work like it's the bad son
Trapping till the bands come, servin' 'til my last gone
Quarantine cut the gleam, rappin' with my mask on
I put a bag on, I put my hands on em
I ain't even got to, huh, that's what the bands for
Huh, I want a Benz truck, been did the Range Rover
All black pullin' up, at the wop ask Bob 'nem
I'm that nigga, yeahm I'm big dawg, you know I keep squad with me
Ain't fearin' nan nigga I got a rifle and God with me
I'm gon take a nigga with me if he slide he don' die with me
And that's if I don't kill a nigga first, talm 'bout righteously (huh)
I'm just tryna take his life quickly, I don't like niggas
On a bad month run through a light fifty
Big pipes for them backends, see that ice with me (huh)
Throw my 5 up, them other niggas know what time it is (duh)

Yeah, I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock
Yeah, I gotta handgun next to the Drake
Say we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh
Sell a whole thing all down to the shake
I said I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock, huh
I gotta handgun next to the Drake
I said we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh
Sell a whole thing all down to the shake

We'll make a snakin' nigga never wanna slime again
We gon' shoot the extras can't have no niggas chimin' in
Ain't no nigga bummin' through this bitch unless they tappin' in
Give a fuck about them fake as world niggas rapping in
All my apes aggressive, we don't know shit 'bout passiveness
We get the chance to stretch him, know my niggas gon pass on 'nem
We done been through that bitch 'bout ten times, y'all ain't on shit
Baby mama on dick, I hit that bitch to get her outta here
You online can't afford war, ain't got no choppa fair
Know we stay on go, niggas been on go ain't no stoppin' here
Huh, big bop, chop my whole chop, chop a nigga hair
Bust a nigga right up in his shit, I feel like he stared
We ain't scared to air a nigga out, on my mama
Pop door, tryna air a nigga out like it's too late
We on tip I can't spare a nigga now, everybody with me want smoke
I shared him with the squad

Yeah, I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock
Yeah, I gotta handgun next to the Drake
Say we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh
Sell a whole thing all down to the shake
I said I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock, huh
I gotta handgun next to the Drake
I said we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh
Sell a whole thing all down to the shake

(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)