[Hook: Tay 627]
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
You mob through that hood we gonna flock as an army (Boom boom boom)
All The real Choo’s is from Garvey
In court we see opps they get harmed when they arm reach (Facts)
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
Free all the bro’s that booked for allegedly homi’s (Free them)
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
If you feel a way SMD come and try me
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
Shout to the bro’s that put on when it started
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
Summertime it’s a club full of Gzz and thotties (Club Garvey)
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
Marcus Garvey to the line we scream Choo Forever Gotti (Forever Gotti)
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
627 to the end that’s the end of the story (627)
[Verse 1: PNV Jay]
Free my boy Banga, free my boy Maine they was puttin in pain (Uh, huh)
Got locked for the gang, we ain't playin games you betta stay in ya lane (No we ain't)
We heard he a stain I don’t gotta aim my floxkers is takin his chain (Boom, Boom, Boom)
They do it for fame, niggas is lames, PNV how can I change (PNV)
My niggas ain't showin no sympathy, free da guys doin time (Free Bangaz)
You hatin that shit outta line (Uh, huh)
I might spin ya block with the 9 (Skrt)
And all these niggas they be bluffin now, im tired of the fake shit (I am!)
Heard you on some GDK shit (What?)
Till we leave you on your face bitch (Boom, Boom, Boom)
Dang, the opps they be chuckin, Josh slide on his rock and got hit with a muffin (Nigga what?)
All my niggas go stupid, ready to shoot shit clip longer than a pool stick (Graaa)
We chasin a bag, these niggas is mad I had to go get off my ass (What!)
Wash em up like Downy, get head like a bounty you still feel blizz at the county (Feel Blizz)
Can't forget about floxko, gettin this guapo, this chop will eat em like nachos (You know dat!)
Got a treesh named Jakima she suck me like Kima but she don't get put in a freezer (Jakima!)
Im with the Choo’s we in Garvey, JayDee a redhead nigga you was just a blondie (Uh Huh!)
Im in Atlanta with (?) these niggas is hatin we just trynna get to the paper (What!)
Let’s talk about Khay with the K, if I catch that nigga he get shot in face (Man up!)
The sleek nigga ran on FaceTime, catch him imma wack him don't even gotta waste time (Yo G you a bitch!)
For a feature we taxin, Tay gon blast em, you run up we get put in a casket (Choo!)
Pull up too we totin’ look what im smokin these hollows they hit you like potions (You know dat bitch)
Turn your body to ashes, Woo let em have it, Jakima that shit was so tragic (Treesha!)
And these bitches be blowin, my niggas is goin’, you run up get put in a coffin (Graa!)
You know im gon’ jugg boy, grams in a wood boy, rattin’ ain’t no good in the hood boy (Uh,huh)
Niggas sayin im homeless, niggas could blow dick, been gettin money you know this (You know dat!)
You know I can wrap up, no Uncle Murda everybody gettin packed up (Git!)
Niggas duckin like limbo, this ain't an intro, hop out send shots at your mental (Boom, Boom!)
Reem died in a car crash, Mel jumped out the window niggas is bimbo (Nigga dead!)
Reem died in a car crash, Mel jumped out the window niggas is bimbo (Dead Opps!)
Reem died in a car crash, Mel jumped out the window niggas is bimbo (Nigga dead!)
Reem died in a car crash, Mel jumped out the window niggas is bimbo (Dead Opps!)
[Hook]
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
You mob through that hood we gonna flock as an army (Boom boom boom)
All The real Choo’s is from Garvey
In court we see opps they get harmed when they arm reach (Facts)
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
Free all the bro’s that booked for allegedly homi’s (Free them)
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
If you feel a way SMD come and try me
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
Shout to the bro’s that put on when it started
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
Summertime it’s a club full of Gzz and thotties (Club Garvey)
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
Marcus Garvey to the line we scream Choo Forever Gotti (Forever Gotti)
All the real Choo’s is from Garvey
627 to the end that’s the end of the story (627)
[Verse 2: Tay 627]
All the real Choo's is from Garvey, Riverdale day ones come shooting in a heart beat (Boom, Boom)
74 whole gang we fiesty, like every star got a pole in every party
750 ain’t safe drive a Rari, catch him in traffic R.I.P another homie (FatBoy)
And if he’s GDK you with him I’m sorry, set tripping will have this 40 make copies
750 ain’t safe drive a Rari, catch him in traffic R.I.P another homie
And if he’s GDK you with him I’m sorry, set tripping will have this 40 make copies
Get the addy front door to the telly, bullet shells sick the cells no Ike more deadly (Fuck Ike)
My lil bro stay trigger finger ready, forever Kdot fuck the cops they ain’t getting this toolie
Forever Kdot fuck the cops they ain’t getting this toolie (Forever Dot)
Gang, Gang, Gang
Now get off his dick, Loot gang got pinched, they whole gang snitched
Mel went out a bitch, straight suicidal, forever Dot got the title (Fuck Mel)
Plaza niggas full of hate crimes, you fuck around and do upstate time they got mooks in they rival (Faggots)
My people’s will hide you then renege on the transfer when your fam try buy you (Facts)
And when the bullets land too getting well we don’t do no balloons but candles
We was demons in the 5 blackin’ rain with the knives if we feel we getting lined (Black rain black rain)
PHD gettin signed, back to the box now I gotta pay a fine
Free Mista, free Plaga, free Skrell Paid they was always on my time, time (Free folks free folks)
Free Mista, free Plaga, free Skrell Paid they was always on my time (Free folks free Choo)
They was always on my time, time
Run up on him, black hoodie, gray mask, like Temple Run you trip we on yo ass (Till run)
Up the pole black rain then I dash (Black rain black rain)
Shoot at the 10 then catch a cab on they ave
Anotha gas that we roll and we pass (Fuck Zae)
Don’t get a Garvey or a field nigga mad
Niggas throwing subs like a fag, my gang gang just sit back and laugh (Haha)
We do the worst them niggas hurt, they ain't Choo they ain't' put in no work
We shoot first to get the Woo’s alert, we keep squeezing to the body give signals he’s hurt (Boom, Boom)
The 6 blixks we stuffed them in all in her purse
No holding hands, introduction, don’t flirt link Folks with no panties under the skirt, try to line us meet the girl in the dirt (Ube)
Just like a choir my trigger finger rehearse, we smoke them niggas that’s stamped all over them t-shirts
We smoke opps stamped on t-shirts, dead opps stamped on t-shirts
