Chipped Lungs

Jump out gang, you know what the fuck going on, You need them bowls, my brother got em

Catch a opp without his blick, we leave that boy right where we spot em

We gon' fuck some niggas up about that, thought I should remind you

I had said what I said, that's enough said and that shit final

Grab the drac, spin back around, I'm tryna hit em in his spinal

223s And 556, boy that's the rule, book to survival

I hope a nigga do not think he's safe, I got drops on my rival

Fuck the opps, put a K behind their name, let's make em viral

That nigga thinking he the man, chop make em dance and clear the aisle

308s, Sound Like 808s, when coming out that rifle