Letra Chops out Drakeo The Ruler

Chops out

First off, put a drum on it
Terrorize these niggas I came on with big pun on me
Clip long as phone numbers
They ain't know nothing
Wait, what this nigga say? Start the song over
Six [?]
In loving memory in bold letters, dumbass
It's two and one on the scoreboard, ain't no runningback
I bet he couldn't dodge these shells in that demon
Swiss cheese, heard somebody yell 'Jesus'
But they can't hear you
Jumpman, everybody wearing [?] up in your pictures
[?] facts, I'm finna put this cheese on you
High beams on the '40, white tees looking bloody
Pussy nigga shootin at me, meanwhile w? clubbin

Chops out mops out, shut his block down
It's a lotta opps out, but they ain't know nothing
See this switch on this Glock? I paid 400
Chops out mops out, it's a lotta opps out
But they ain't know nothing

On gang [?], they ain't know nothing
Big 40 bulging got titti?s you'll get the whole hundred
Good percy with me, that's all I got, I ain't with no loving
Your bitchass get popped, don't be doing no mugging
It's a whole lotta old niggas hating, a bunch of Joe Buddens
I was in the trenches, your bitchass wasn't doing no thugging
I'm handing chops and mops out [?]
He on the gram with a fake Glock, he's a ghostbuster
I'm selling pills at his spot, I'm a toe crusher
Stincs got our own chains and whip, don't need no loners
Your bum ass gon stay broke because [?]
I was about to nut but she give me a band and said go longer

Chops out mops out, shut his block down
It's a lotta opps out, but they ain't know nothing
See this switch on this Glock? I paid 400
Chops out mops out, it's a lotta opps out
But they ain't know nothing

I, will not leave my gun with yo shooter
Dope boy I know for a fact that I'll shoot ya
I'm tryna free off this sink with a cougar
Strapped just like draco attached to the ruler
Quarantine over, niggas still ain't outside
Niggas killed [?] and you still ain't out slidin
GSR test pissing on my hands quietely
If you need a pill and hit a lick, go slide with me
Yeah, no doubt, tell the judge I'm a fiend just to get it thrown out
I [?] a nigga and kick this hoe out
Off the [?] with a stripper when I pull the pole out
She say I'm smooth in these Chuck Taylors
Put my burner in your purse, that's a love language
Yeah, you say you tough, she said you nothing dangerous

Chops out mops out, shut his block down
It's a lotta opps out, but they ain't know nothing
See this switch on this Glock? I paid 400
Chops out mops out, it's a lotta opps out
But they ain't know nothing