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kane rell - chop city lyrics

[intro – kane rell]
bang, bang, yeah, you know we movin’ loud
otf sh+t, f+ck a fake+ass crowd
n+ggas talkin’ reckless, we don’t play, we wild
stackin’ racks, movin’ packs, every block we pile

[verse 1 – kane rell]
hop in the whip, yeah, we ridin’ mad strapped
n+ggas want smoke, they don’t know how we clap
i got the stick on me, heavy like a brick
pull up on the opp, leave him stiff, make him sick
money tall as h+ll, pockets fat, i’m insane
these b+tches steady hatin’, f+ck ‘em, they lame
i been grindin’ so hard, every day we risk
pull a clip, let it rip, ain’t no way to miss
we don’t trust no soul, only real with me
n+ggas fold quick when they see the heat
i don’t talk much, i let my glock speak
born mad, paid cold, yeah, we own these streets

[chorus – kane rell]
i got a k on me, yeah, we chop a lotta blocks
money stack tall, b+tch, my pockets never stop
pull up on your opp, leave him bleedin’ in the spot
runnin’ through the city, we let it pop, yeah, we chop
i got a k on me, yeah, we chop a lotta blocks
money stack tall, b+tch, my pockets never stop
pull up on your opp, leave him bleedin’ in the spot
runnin’ through the city, we let it pop, yeah, we chop
[verse 2 – chief keef]
bang, bang, you know sosa never fold
50 clips deep, yeah, we icy and cold
opps talk reckless, we gon’ make ‘em disappear
movin’ through the city, n+ggas know we don’t fear
i got racks on racks, iced out from my neck
pull up on the opp, leave his body a wreck
every block we hit, leave ‘em shakin’ and shook
i don’t need no reason, i just look in the book
shooters with me, yeah, they loaded with them straps
fake n+ggas fold, we don’t need ‘em in our laps
i been grindin’ hard, since a youngin’ in these streets
money callin’ me daily, can’t lose, only feast

[verse 3 – lil durk]
yeah, i been ridin’ with kane, heavy sticks, don’t test
n+ggas steady hatin’, can’t f+ck with that mess
every day a movie, streets never sleep
pull up with the team, leave ‘em deep in the creek
i got shooters on deck, always ready to ride
stackin’ dirty money, pockets swellin’ with pride
fake n+ggas fold quick, they don’t last a day
we movin’ through the city, chop city, we spray
i don’t need no help, i handle my own
leave the ops scared, make ‘em beg for a phone
born mad, paid cold, we don’t play with sh+t
if you ain’t gettin’ money, n+gga, don’t exist
[chorus x2 – kane rell]
i got a k on me, yeah, we chop a lotta blocks
money stack tall, b+tch, my pockets never stop
pull up on your opp, leave him bleedin’ in the spot
runnin’ through the city, we let it pop, yeah, we chop
i got a k on me, yeah, we chop a lotta blocks
money stack tall, b+tch, my pockets never stop
pull up on your opp, leave him bleedin’ in the spot
runnin’ through the city, we let it pop, yeah, we chop

- kane rell lyrics

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