Chainsaw Beretta lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Deal with the devil, said I gotta take his soul
Bend the block, grip the chop, and let this motherf*cker blow
b*tch I’m makin’ all the green, so they know we on go
Slit his throat, take his dough, and then a b*tch she hit the road like

[Chorus]
Bad b*tch said she wanna get inside
Betta watch your tone ‘fore I hit you with the .9
Gettin’ guala on the low, big bank all the time
Motherf*cker finna slide, leave him dead up in his ride
Where the opposition? b*tch you know we got the knocka
Bend through his block, stеady lookin’ for an oppa
b*tches steady dissin’, spin his block like a bottlе
Shawty on my line, said she wanted me to top her
Don’t test the gang, ‘cuz this sh*t can get deadly
f*ck around, we pull up on an opp and behead him
Bag on my back, ‘cuz your boy makin’ cheddar
n*gga talkin’ tough, then he get hit up with the ‘retta

[Verse]
Big choppa
Can’t stop us
Bad b*tch, and she totin’ the knocka
f*ck with us, he get turned into grabba
f*ck the lil’ b*tch, then I dip for another
Glockies, I tote ‘em
Hit it with the Trojan
b*tch in my pack, and this sh*t hella potent
b*tch I never lack, tell a n*gga “what’s the motive”
Brodie want me dead, but they never make a motion
[Bridge]
Get into it
Get ruthless
Got a b*tch, said she wanna go to Ruth Chris
Go stupid
Off the fool sh*t
Go dumb with the chop, leave him toothless
Keep me a rocket, we dump out the V
She be touchin’ my pockets, while she off a bean
Gun jam up, he get hit with the beam
And I’ll stack me a band ‘cuz I love all the green

[Pre-Chorus]
Deal with the devil, said I gotta take his soul
Bend the block, grip the chop, and let this motherf*cker blow
b*tch I’m makin’ all the green, so they know we on go
Slit his throat, take his dough, and then a b*tch she hit the road like

[Chorus]
Bad b*tch said she wanna get inside
Betta watch your tone ‘fore I hit you with the .9
Gettin’ guala on the low, big bank all the time
Motherf*cker finna slide, leave him dead up in his ride
Where the opposition? b*tch you know we got the knocka
Bend through his block, steady lookin’ for an oppa
b*tches steady dissin’, spin his block like a bottle
Shawty on my line, said she wanted me to top her
Don’t test the gang, ‘cuz this sh*t can get deadly
f*ck around, we pull up on an opp and behead him
Bag on my back, ‘cuz your boy makin’ cheddar
n*gga talkin’ tough, then he get hit up with the ‘retta