Song Lyrics

(Ayy, Cartoon, you got another one)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch) ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

We put the Draco to your face
I seen lil' Tevo knock him out, I bet we put him in his place
We Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with 'Ks
Let them play, I'll air 'em out, I just walk them down in my J's
I'm still posted with cutters, I shoot at mamas and brothers
We ain't worried about the others, we see them niggas, they suffer
We bag them up in a duffel, we dap them up then we bust 'em
I brought my flip flops in fights 'cause I'm shooting, I'm never scuffin'

When it's murder come and meet you at your door, yeah, it's me bitch
AR-15 and it got a scope, with my ski, bitch
Big Grape on a vine big loc, we spit that G shit
Take your diss song get you killed, then make a remix
Ask him do he wanna slide tonight, if he don't he gon' die tonight
Thousand dollar Glock exotic pipe you know we grip it tight
If the price is right, catch him on sight walk up and take his life
Told the opps to wipe the chalk up, dead, his body laid tonight
Camping out in bushes and ditches, that's if I want him missing
By myself I made the decision, don't want no co-defendant
Catch a witness, catch a face shot, don't need no reminiscing
Red face and I'm face to face, catch a case, then I'm not guilty

Yeah, I am not guilty
I get rich or die trying, I am not filthy
I just fucked the plug bitch, now his watch missing
Time is money nigga we finesse the clock with it
I got shooters at the line, call 'em Mike Bibby
He playin' games, we spin around and do a 360
That's a Xbox (box), you wear G-shock (ooh)
Draco rise, shotgun got the seat hot (hot)
Miami I got heat, bitch I'm Chris Bosh (Bosh)
223 hit his feet, make him hopscotch (oh shit)
You just served two niggas that look like Drake and Josh
No wonder why the police on your block hot
You got shot, let me shoot you in the same spot
I got money but I'm still on that same block
Caught a body and I still got the same Glock
Go dig it up I bet it's still in the same spot (big facts)

Yeah, and I'm still in the same spot
Yeah, and I'll ride for my niggas
And I'll ride for my niggas, I'll die for my niggas
We like, f*ck them other niggas

Ayy, ayy
We put the Draco to your face
I seen lil' Tevo knock him out, I bet we put him in his place
We Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with 'Ks
Let them play, I'll air 'em out, I just walk them down in my J's
I'm still posted with cutters, I shoot at mamas and brothers
We ain't worried about the others, we see them niggas, they suffer
We bag them up in a duffel, we dap them up then we bust 'em
I brought my flip flops in fights 'cause I'm shooting, I'm never scuffin'

James Lee Baker, Bryson Lashun Potts

The duration of ChopBloc, Pt. 3 is 2:56 minutes and seconds.