Bade Bunningham lyrics

[Intro]
I gotta, I gotta handgun next to the
We gotta, we huh, sell a whole thing all down to the-

[Chorus]
Yeah
I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, yeah I gotta handgun next to Drake
Say we got spots, huh we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
I said I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, I gotta handgun next to the Drake
I said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake

[Verse 1]
I would listen to you bout some work but you ain't had none
I be in the kitchen whipping work like it's the bad son
Trapping till the bands come, servin till my last gone
Quarantine with the gleam, rapping with my mask on
I put a bag on, I put my hands on em
I ain't even got to (huh), that's what the bands for
I want a Benz truck, bendin a range Rover
All black pulling up, at the wop ask Bob nem
I'm that n*gga, yeah I'm big dawg, you know I keep squad with me
Ain't fearing that n*gga I got a rifle and god with me
I'm gon take a n*gga with me if he slide he Gon die with me
And that's if I don't kill em n*gga first, talm bout rightously (huh)
I'm just tryna take his life quickly I don't like n*ggas
On a bad month run thru a light fifty
Big pipes for them backends, see that ice with me (huh)
Throw my 5 up them other n*ggas know what time it is (duh)
[Chorus]
Yeah
I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, yeah I gotta handgun next to Drake
Say We got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
I said I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, I gotta handgun next to the Drake
I said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake

[Interlude]
We'll make a snakin n*gga never wanna slime again
We Gon shoot the extras can't have no n*ggas chimin in
Ain't no n*gga bummin thru this b*tch unless they tappin in
Give a f*ck about them fake as world n*ggas rapping in

[Verse 2]
All my apes aggressive, we don't know sh*t bout passiveness
We get the chance to stretch him, know my n*ggas gon pass on nem
We done been thru that b*tch bout 10 times, y'all ain't on sh*t
Baby momma want di*k I ate that b*tch to get her outta here
You on live can't afford war ain't got no choppas there
Know I stay on go, n*ggas been on go ain't no stopping here
Big bhop, chop my whole chop, Chop a n*gga hair
Bust a n*gga right in up in his sh*t I feel like he stared
We ain't scared to air a n*gga out, on my momma
Pop door, tryna air a n*gga out like it's too late
We on tip I can't spare a n*gga now, everybody with me want smoke, I shared him with the squaa hahahaha duh
[Chorus]
Yeah
I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, yeah I gotta handgun next to Drake
Say We got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
I said I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, I gotta handgun next to the Drake
I said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake

[Outro]
My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one