Karate Chop S Dawgg (Ft. Duvy)

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

[Chorus: Duvy]
Glock life, block life, yeah
Fuck what it was
Test your luck, heat him up
Don't give no fucks
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, fuck 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 shit, yeah, bronem geekin'
If she ain't tryn' hit, that bitch shе leaving
Shoutout my dawg, pressin'
I thought this drank gon' help dеpression
Wonder where they left that nigga? 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 nigga up, grrr-rrt, to heaven
Don't know 'bout boy, I heard that nigga he was tellin'
Still fuck the opps, forgot to mention