Chipper Jones 4 - Joey Fatts

I might just chalk 'em out

Bet you this carbon gon' bring the corners out

You talking loud but ain’t tryna bite, then what that bark about?

My niggas wild

Catch you out slipping in front of your bitch’s house and leave you foul

Hollow tips hit you and blow your noodles out

This that Chipper Jones

.45 bullets hurt more than sticks and stones

stuffed with a couple

These niggas hoes

Nigga like me come from a different mode

Never told a soul, I keep that shit G, I’m sticking to the code

You don’t know that feeling when you sliding on that road

With ten birds stuffed inside the pannels of the doors

If you was in my situation dog, you’d probably fold

Looking like you made it, serving dope and everybody know

Fuck getting even, we tryna up the score

We gon' slide all weekend,

Chopper big as Gary Coleman with a different stroke

He was, turned deacon when we released them poles

Niggas speaking on my name like I ain’t been doing my thing since like '99

Owned about like 99

One call, my niggas riding

If I spot an opp, I can guarantee you niggas dying

Tony Starks with the iron

And you can ask them niggas

Glock clips long as antennas, who want static with us?

Send some shots into your frame, I hope you get the picture

If you not part of this gang then you the opposition

I heard you niggas hit that bell at reception

Word around town is that your boy is telling

gon' poke him up once he get the message

We don’t harbor no snitches and bitches in my section

Molly got me lockjaw, I’m on the north tryna get this pot off

These niggas acting hard but they’re cotton soft

Am I worried?

Not at all

If he pose a threat, knock him off

bitch top him off

My momma said I won’t be satisfied until I got a lot of time

Screaming fuck the other side

Never could we coincide, ever since my nigga died

We been piling homicides

We been leaving mommas crying

Caught 'em, hit 'em with the five

I want all the smoke, I’m laughing at you cause you all jokes

I had your bitch down on all fours

You act but we all know

I’m up at peeling off

Bank account look like a barcode, nigga

On gang