Receipts 歌词

Damn chose (ayy) Say, you can check the facts You know I ain't never lied in a song (DJ Chose) You know, everything I talk 'bout, I actually did Yee, shout out t-boy (hardbody), ayy, ayy Turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music (blap, blap) He got a thirty, we ain't never seen him use it (ha-ha) All your friends be dead, nigga, you must fuck with uzi (blap, blap) When it 'bout that murder, bitch, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah (huh) Bitch, if you beefin' then we beefin' back (blap, blap) Say he got a body, don't believe him, need a receipt with that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Say he got them drac's, bitch, you lyin', where you keep em at? (Blap, blap) Say he got a body, bitch, you lyin', need a receipt with that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Wait, you know we put shit in the grave for playin' games, bitch, yeah Pull on side the whip and spray, fuck who he came with, yeah Real ape up out the jungle, you can't tame this Nigga sweet as cookies, call 'em famous amos Fuck with the opps then you will die with who you hang with Yeah, t-shirt, blood stains, what the business is? (What it is?) Yeah, drop a diss, youngin' hollerin', what the ticket is? (What it is?) Ooh, push that dick off in his bitch, I don't care how you feel Turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music (blap, blap) He got a thirty, we ain't never seen him use it (ha-ha) All your friends be dead, nigga, you must fuck with uzi (blap, blap) When it 'bout that murder, bitch, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah (huh) Bitch, if you beefin' then we beefin' back (blap, blap) Say he got a body, don't believe him, need a receipt with that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Say he got them drac's, bitch, you lyin', where you keep em at? (Blap, blap) Say he got a body, bitch, you lyin', need a receipt with that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Paid off them bodies, if I murk 'em, get a hundo I'm on seventy-five with a thirty in the console, yeah Pop 'em from the three, bitch, I'ma pull it like toronto Bitch, I beat a murder charge, I feel like oj in that bronco, yeah Brand new Glock nine, but I can shoot, don't call me rondo And I just added hollow tips, them bitches piercing just like paul We throw them dirty sticks away just so the murders never solved And I ain't never squash a beef, so, bitch, your og better not call Turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music (blap, blap) He got a thirty, we ain't never seen him use it (ha-ha) All your friends be dead, nigga, you must fuck with uzi (blap, blap) When it 'bout that murder, bitch, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah (huh) Bitch, if you beefin' then we beefin' back (blap, blap) Say he got a body, don't believe him, need a receipt with that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Say he got them drac's, bitch, you lyin', where you keep em at? (Blap, blap) Say he got a body, bitch, you lyin', need a receipt with that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Damn chose Hardbody DJ chose