Mamba ft. Chapo Lyrics

This Chapo

Lets get it

Hop up on this bitch just know I get disrespectful

Walk down on a nigga ain't no running, Imma catch you

Dis AR spitting fire, when I up its gon' wet you

A'int no paramedics coming to your fucking rescue

I ain't here to be your buddy, I ain't here to be your friend,

Choppa got a drum and switch up on it, this is not pretend

In your hood late at night creeping, peeping through the lens

Empty out the clip on a nigga, bullets peeled his skin

Roll his ass up in a wood then spark it, me and bronem did it

Streets is not for little boys, this shit really for the wicked

Be with shooters don't need pills, we already seen the sickest

We throw parties after drills, on they block is where we kick it

Pull up to a function we brought pills, and we got the bottles

Trying to turn this bitch up like New Years, except no kissing thotties

Post up in the corner, chief the blunt, then spit game at models

The shit that I'm doing now couldn't imagine doing years ago

Was in high school ain't have no job but I'm rapping now

Ain't like to talk about my feelings, record a verse and let off my flow

Pop a perc to ease my mind that shit got me feeling slow

Used to live life in slow motion, but now I'm gon stay on go

Go

Go mode

On no

Hide your face ghosta'

Beams coming at you

Ghoutchu

Who the fuck is in your crew

Who right beside you

Who standing next to you

Ain't know all these people changed up

Ain't know all the time was changing

Where my bro was give names in

Giving out your fame in

Give out you famous

Try to get a game

Trynna decide who you hang with

Streets came out as dangerous

King on top the hill

Jungle made street

who the best to prevail

Everything I know

Coming popping out my shell

Maybe would've had some hope

If they ain't take out Nel

My bro decision

Ain't know your decision

Pick out who you choosing

It can be real risky

Know I am real tipsy

Lean there might tip over

Hold me by my drink

I might drop my around soldiers

Oh so you know huh

Oh so you get it

Laugh around these niggas

Yea joke it's so silly

Coming by i rippin' em apart

nigga fucking billy

Flash it to his face

Hollow with the name engraved It say

Show him what we talking about

he like playing games

Oh I like playing with sticks

My nigga drake

Don't forget you gloves can't leave shi

Where them pigs stank

Don't forget about mother

When you blow up

She the flyest one when everyday that I show up

Every time that I motherfuckin' show up

West coast banger

Niggas like to creep

Come down the block

Make him scream oh shit

Tweaking off the med

He was taking off his feet

Chasing after demons

They was trynna follow me

Cards rolling deep

Pockets rolling deep

Ice really glowing

Stick is really blowing

Ask him how many bodies he got

You wanna know the answer?

Join em if you like

Just don't turn into a dancer

Make a mess in these streets when they go and grab a camera

Trying take flick

Trynna market up a banner

Every time i shot at Niggas

It was for answer

Why they always running

Like there's somewhere to go

Ain't no where in theres streets for you

Just know you reap what you sow

And I'm turbo when gone

My car seat all alone

Don't give fuck about no 12

Hear the gear change

And I'm gone

Disappearing in them Shadows

My bros said where'd you go

I'm throwing in the fucking smoke

Gassing out then leans

Gotta bring it up protections

all my niggas

Taking out your friends

Coming in this function

We'll takeover it all

Know we're the brightest in the room

With the stars

Clean suite

Bands blue

My chains match The way I move

All this stepping in doing over niggas

They some damn food

All this complaining that you doing

You a damn goof

Cracking all this shi

Like some bad news