[Intro: BC Jroc]
\nYeah, you know about the motherfuckin' gang with me, nigga
\nNo cap, BC, yeah (Elite got that heat)
\n(Baby Breeze)
\nHuh, he wanna run, we gon' chop off his feet
\nI make the call, they gon' rock out for weeks, they gon' rock out for weeks, they gon' rock out for weeks
\nOn God, yeah
\nYeah, yeah
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\n[Chorus: BC Jroc]
\nHuh, he try to run, we gon' chop off his feet
\nDrop off the bag, then go knock off a freak
\nFirst one to go, l'ma pop all the beef
\nI make the call, they gon' rock out for weeks
\nHe ain't gon' shoot, get that chopper out the seat
\nHe keep tryna call, he gon' cop out a plea
\nShawty hopped off, lift him up off his feet
\nHe bust a move, then gon' knock out and sleep
\nAll these blue hundreds, I'm tryna stay focused
\nThe first nigga play, we gon' pop out and sweep
\nShe in her feelings, I don't wanna fuck her
\nShe got too attached, had to sneak out and leave
\nI can't forget all the times we was broke
\nAin't nobody wan' help, had to pop out and eat
\nNow I'm on top, tryna top all the league
\nI send 'em your pictures, they crop out your teeth
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\n[Verse 1: BC Dolla]
\nYeah, when we come steppin', you ain't got time to breathe
\nHad to kick the ho out, she was not tryna leave
\nTold her, "Babe, we havin' racks, we ain't stressin' for nothin', just say what you need"
\nTwin did the fuck, now he thankin' Toretto, put the Glock in his face, now he kissin' the barrel
\nAll of my niggas on go, we ain't goin' for shit
\nIntroducin' opps to this metal, uh
\nFindin' out later, they tellin' me lie, better watch who you track 'cause they hate in disguise
\nLately, I been in that mode, tryna run this shit up, tryna live a little better
\nHeard that them boys wanna get me, I swear I won't let 'em
\nAin't get no straight, in the city, I'm up with 'em
\nNiggas be broke and they don't want no motion
\nSo fuck 'em, can't drag me down with 'em
\nYeah, he tried to run, he ain't make it too far
\nYou pussy, can't help it, that's just who you are
\nDropped me a bag, spent a check on some sneaks
\nSaid she bitin', she comin' with me
\n'Fore Gunna, I was gunnin', we puttin' they ass on TV
\nShe go get the drop, that boy thinkin' he P
\nBend the block, knock out his lights, said his soul left his body, then we left him on E
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\n[Chorus: BC Jroc]
\nHuh, he try to run, we gon' chop off his feet
\nDrop off the bag, then go knock off a freak
\nFirst one to go, l'ma pop all the beef
\nI make the call, they gon' rock out for weeks
\nHe ain't gon' shoot, get that chopper out the seat
\nHe keep tryna call, he gon' cop out a plea
\nShawty hopped off, lift him up off his feet
\nHe bust a move, then gon' knock out and sleep
\nAll these blue hundreds, I'm tryna stay focused
\nThe first nigga play, we gon' pop out and sweep
\nShe in her feelings, I don't wanna fuck her
\nShe got too attached, had to sneak out and leave
\nI can't forget all the times we was broke
\nAin't nobody wan' help, had to pop out and eat
\nNow I'm on top, tryna top all the league
\nI send 'em your pictures, they crop out your teeth
\n
\n[Verse 2: BC Jroc]
\nYeah, you ain't gon' shoot, let me hold down a Drac'
\nYou gotta be slow 'cause you run from the pape'
\nWe want the smoke, tryna burn on the vape
\nOnce they catch him, they got him, they gon' erase
\nShh, no talkin', G safe
\nOn the way to a show, gotta push it, we late
\nHe on the block, think he greedy, we ain't
\nWhen I'm chasin' that money, all I do is see straight
\nMack, then spin back, shoot a movie, replay
\nGot two hundred my dash, gotta pull up C8
\nWe ship the 'za out two times 'cause he stay
\nPut some racks on my head, get it back, that's rebate
\nStraight out the ground with the roaches and snakes
\nRun to the money 'cause life is a race
\nThem folks hit the lights, then we gon' on a chase
\nYou know you dead wrong, just don't lie to my face
\nI didn't have a job, I survived all the wait
\nShe get hit from the back, I might pull off her lace
\nFell in love with the money, I think I'm off her take
\nGet to rockin', get hit out the park, so we safe
\nHis buddy got bags, he the plug, so he safe
\nIf we got a problem, we step in a day
\nI hope you ain't scared to go catch you a fade
\nIn the jungle gorillas, they turn you to ape, on God
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\n[Chorus: BC Jroc]
\nHe try to run, we gon' chop off his feet
\nDrop off the bag, then go knock off a freak
\nFirst one to go, l'ma pop all the beef
\nI make the call, they gon' rock out for weeks
\nHe ain't gon' shoot, get that chopper out the seat
\nHe keep tryna call, he gon' cop out a plea
\nShawty hopped off, lift him up off his feet
\nHe bust a move, then gon' knock out and sleep
\nAll these blue hundreds, I'm tryna stay focused
\nThe first nigga play, we gon' pop out and sweep
\nShe in her feelings, I don't wanna fuck her
\nShe got too attached, had to sneak out and leave
\nI can't forget all the times we was broke
\nAin't nobody wan' help, had to pop out and eat
\nNow I'm on top, tryna top all the league
\nI send 'em your pictures, they crop out your teeth\n\n
