Rique Chopper - 44 Bars Lyrics

Grills in my mouth, yeah, call it George Foreman
I'm on my bullshit like 'ol Ben Gordon
New imports, but to me no importance
.223 Clip got me ballin' like Jordan

Roll a fat blunt when I wake up in the mornings
Smoke you in the blunt now I got ya family mourning
I'm ballin' with the heat, yeah, bitch, Alonzo Morning
I'm posted in the paint, ain't nobody f*ckin' scoring

My goons in the cut, bitch, I need some neosporan
Run up in yo house, bitch, I don't need a warrant
Plenty goes around, bitch, make the money orbit
Waiting for my word, this shit like the wheel of fortune

I ain't on my bullshit, I'm just on my cool shit
Rique in the building, you ain't even got the blueprint
I pull up with them huge sticks, you pull up with a tooth pick
I'm sticking to this paper, baby, you can call me glue stick

Pull up on yo block, choppa clap like high fives
Got bullets off the net, they connect like WiFi
Point it at yo chest, bullets coming out yo backside
Fist full of money, mix some green in with yo black eye

Bullets hit yo top, I'm a leave you mind blown
Easy talking shit, you in different times zones
Loyal to the money, the fame is a side hoe
I'm talking big shit, like the ass of a Dino

Rique in this hoe, got these hoes going crazy
Goose in this bottle, bitch, it ain't for no babies
Beating up her cat, I'm a dog with bad rabies
I'm f*cking on a thot and she look like bhad bhabie

I'm runnin' to the bank, pussy, you can't keep up
I always got the tech, f*ck around get Teed up
When I get my shot bet I will not freeze up
Put you in my trunk, and I hit every speed bump

'Lil bruh talking out his ass, full of shit he an asshole
Talking shit 'till I put these boots in his asshole
Bitch, I can't never hit the bottom like a flag pole
Said you want war, just be careful what you ask for

We don't f*ck with bitches, matter fact, rats neither
Twelve snatch me up, I'm in there with some amnesia
High off these drugs, they finna cause me to have a seizure
Choppa in here bustin' shells like it's mother f*ckin' Easter

My Choppa shoot a movie, but my uzi shoot a porno
I been wearing out her ass, You'd think she a wardrobe
Money talking backwards, that shit using Morse code
Choppa take yo limbs, and we leave you with ya torso