Receipts lyrics

[Intro]
Damn Chose (Ayy)
Say, you can check the facts
You know I ain't never lied in a song (DJ Chose)
You know, everything I talk 'bout, I actually did
Yee, shout out T-Boy (Hardbody), ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Turn down your gangsta, n*gga, you just makin' music (Blap, blap)
He got a thirty, we ain't never seen him use it (Ha-ha)
All your friends be dead, n*gga, you must f*ck with Uzi (Blap, blap)
When it 'bout that murder, b*tch, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah (Huh)
b*tch, if you beefin' then we beefin' back (Blap, blap)
Say he got a body, don't believe him, need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say he got them Drac's, b*tch, you lyin', where you keep em at? (Blap, blap)
Say he got a body, b*tch, you lyin', need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Wait, you know we put sh*t in the grave for playin' games, b*tch, 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
n*gga sweet as cookies, call 'em Famous Amos
f*ck with the opps then you will die with 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? (What it is?)
Ooh, push that di*k off in his b*tch, I don't care how you feel
[Chorus]
Turn down your gangsta, n*gga, you just makin' music (Blap, blap)
He got a thirty, we ain't never seen him use it (Ha-ha)
All your friends be dead, n*gga, you must f*ck with Uzi (Blap, blap)
When it 'bout that murder, b*tch, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah (Huh)
b*tch, if you beefin' then we beefin' back (Blap, blap)
Say he got a body, don't believe him, need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say he got them Drac's, b*tch, you lyin', where you keep em at? (Blap, blap)
Say he got a body, b*tch, you lyin', need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Paid off them bodies, if I murk 'em, get a hundo
I'm on seventy-five with a thirty in the console, yeah
Pop 'em from the three, b*tch, I'ma pull it like Toronto
b*tch, I beat a murder charge, I feel like OJ in that Bronco, yeah
Brand new Glock nine, but I can shoot, don't call me Rondo
And I just added hollow tips, them b*tches piercing just like Paul
We throw them dirty sticks away just so the murders never solved
And I ain't never squash a beef, so, b*tch, your OG better not call

[Chorus]
Turn down your gangsta, n*gga, you just makin' music (Blap, blap)
He got a thirty, we ain't never seen him use it (Ha-ha)
All your friends be dead, n*gga, you must f*ck with Uzi (Blap, blap)
When it 'bout that murder, b*tch, I'm similar to Gucci, yeah (Huh)
b*tch, if you beefin' then we beefin' back (Blap, blap)
Say he got a body, don't believe him, need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say he got them Drac's, b*tch, you lyin', where you keep em at? (Blap, blap)
Say he got a body, b*tch, you lyin', need a receipt with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Damn Chose
Hardbody
DJ Chose