Karate Chop lyrics

[Intro: Duvy]
This sh*t off the top, man
But you already knew that
Grrrt

[Chorus: Duvy]
Glock life, block life, yeah
f*ck what it was
Test your luck, heat him up
Don't give no f*cks
Ride 'round, you know what it was
Like my brother say, "We the real clean up"
We play offense, youngings D up
Free the neighbourhood hero, the block they need us
Send shots to them, f*ck with opps, we leave 'em

[Verse 1: Duvy]
Can I put some drank in a two-liter?
Had to quit the Percs, it had me mad for no reason
And I'm out here steppin' on sh*t, yeah, bronem geekin'
If she ain't tryn' hit, that b*tch shе leaving
Shoutout my dawg, pressin'
I thought this drank gon' help dеpression
Wonder where they left that n*gga? Yeah, they stretched him
Only thing I'm hiding from, yeah, is nine-eleven
Still run these streets with my G-27
Brodie send that n*gga up, grrr-rrt, to heaven
Don't know 'bout boy, I heard that n*gga he was tellin'
Still f*ck the opps, forgot to mention
[Chorus: Duvy]
Glock life, block life, yeah
f*ck what it was
Test your luck, heat him up
Don't give no f*cks
Ride 'round, you know what it was
Like my brother say, "We the real clean up"
We play offense, youngings D up
Free the neighbourhood hero, the block they need us
Send shots to them, f*ck with opps, we leave 'em

[Verse 2: S Dawg]
We had to grind, get it to shine
We're in a four-seater with bronem
Tired of lies, fake cries
Been under war for fiction
Been on the Jane, n*ggas lame
Don't come outside like they missing
Some n*ggas change, switch for chain
That guy ain't seen my vision
Was out in the rain, storm chasin' sh*t, so is my drip
I keep it real, when n*ggas on slimey-slatt, so I keep a distance
Don't f*ck with too many, they collateral, might think this sh*t
Go hop on, babe, she tellin' me "Wait", I'm like, "Time's ticking"
You gotta watch for them red eyes, I pray they go blind, see
Titano boy in this b*tch, so ain't so slimin' me
Would get my march on his block, but ain't no Pisces
I was with my n*ggas, n*ggas on his on block
I don't think they like me
Right now, we fill 'em off this Perc, ten might turn him over
I was cookin' in the kitchen at a young age, like, "Add more soda"
b*tch, I'm from the Grassways, yeah, slatt ways, whole lotta cobras
And I'm in still in the fast lane, they wondering how we got this goated
[Chorus: Duvy]
Glock life, block life, yeah
f*ck what it was
Test your luck, heat him up
Don't give no f*cks
Ride 'round, you know what it was
Like my brother say, "We the real clean up"
We play offense, youngings D up
Free the neighbourhood hero, the block they need us
Send shots to them, f*ck with opps, we leave 'em