Song Lyrics

(Damn Chose)

Ayy, say, you can check the facts
You know I ain't never lied in a song
Everything I talked about, I actually did (DJ Chose)
Woo, shout out T-Boy

(Hard body) ayy
Turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
All your friends be dead, nigga, you must f*ck with Uzi
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci (yeah)
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that

Wait you know we put shit in the grave for playing games bitch (yeah)
Pull on side the whip and spray, f*ck who he came with (yeah)
Real ape up out the jungle you can't tame this (bitch)
Nigga sweet as cookies call them Famous Amos
F*ck with the opps then you gon' die for who you hang with (yeah)
T-shirt blood stains what the business is? (what it is? Yeah)
Drop a diss, youngin hollerin' what the ticket is
Ooh, push that dick off in his bitch I don't care how you feel

Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
All your friends be dead, nigga, you must f*ck with Uzi
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci (yeah)
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that

Paid off them bodies if I murk 'em get a hundo
I'm on 75 with a .30 in the console
Pop 'em from the three I'ma pull up like Toronto
Bitch I beat a murder charge I feel like OJ in that Bronco
Brand new Glock nine but I can shoot don't call me Rondo
And I just added hollow tips them bitches piercing just like Paul
We throw them dirty sticks away just so the murders never solved
And I ain't never squash no beef so bitch your OG better not call

Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
All your friends be dead, nigga, you must f*ck with Uzi
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci (yeah)
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that

(Damn Chose
Hard body
DJ Chose)

Fredrick Ii Givens, Jackie Plant, Norman Payne

The duration of Receipts is 2:19 minutes and seconds.