Chops on the Blade lyrics

[Intro: Larry June]
Numbers, n*gga
Trap
Man
Stack
Uh
Mack
Cardo
Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy

[Verse 1: Larry June]
I'm reaching in my motherf*ckin' pocket (In my pocket)
Five G's cash and a modified wop (Yeah)
I'm picking up this b*tch, I'm in Sac (I'm in Sac)
Bonafide snow guaranteed to make dollars (Yeah)
It's only two b*tches that I like (That I like)
A trappin'-ass ho and a square that keep it solid (Uh)
These n*ggas too worried 'bout n*ggas ('Bout n*ggas)
b*tch, I just made a fifty-ball last night
I'm ridin' in my five-point-easy (ASC, skrrt)
I'm sliding through the Point, so I'm grippin' on the jeezy
Saw a black 650, it was Stevie (Stevie Mack)
I said, "What's happenin' with my n*gga? You can call me if you need me" (Yeah)
I got a lil' lightskin b*tch from the Rich' (Rich')
I told her off the rip, love, I'm not havin' kids (Nah)
It's way too much f*ckin' money to get (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
You knew the b*tch was outta pocket, still payin' her rent, but I be
[Chorus: Larry June]
Trap, trappin' like a motherf*cker (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Stack, n*gga stackin' like a motherf*cker (Man)
Mack, n*gga mackin' like a motherf*cker (Good job)
Like a motherf*cker (Damn)
Like a motherf*cker (Yeah)
Trap, trappin' like a motherf*cker (Yeah)
Stack, n*gga stackin' like a motherf*cker (Yeah)
Mack, n*gga mackin' like a motherf*cker (Yeah)
Like a motherf*cker (Yeah)
Like a motherf*cker

[Verse 2: Larry June]
I'm dippin' with Venus and Serena
Chocolate, but make more than Christina
Knocked her, served the P a subpoena (Man)
Wildin', sideways in the Bimmer
JCat caught her humpin' on Peter
Maybach, I think I sort of kind of need it (Good job)
Way back, I was slidin' with Nina (Nina)
Hit it from the back, smack, smack on demon
Meet me on the hill, I got hubbas for the lowski (Lowski)
I'm bustin' hella knocks and my right pocket bulky
I told her like this, "If you know me, then you owe me" (Good job)
You all in your feelings 'cause a lil' b*tch on me (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
My XD a 9, this recipe is mine
I light it up, recline, ain't 'bout money? Decline
I'm M'd up I'm fine, n*gga, HP my side
n*gga hate me, don't mind, 'cause I'm knee-deep in the mob
And I be
[Chorus: Larry June]
Trap, trappin' like a motherf*cker (Goddamn)
Stack, n*gga stackin' like a motherf*cker
Mack, n*gga mackin' like a motherf*cker (Good job)
Like a motherf*cker
Like a motherf*cker (Yeah)
Trap, trappin' like a motherf*cker (Yeah)
Stack, n*gga stackin' like a motherf*cker (Yeah)
Mack, n*gga mackin' like a motherf*cker (Yeah)
Like a motherf*cker (Yeah)
Like a motherf*cker

[Outro: Larry June]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, n*gga
It's zero miles on the dash, n*gga
Rollin' up on pink slips and sh*t
Numbers, n*gga
n*ggas thought this sh*t was over, that sh*t funny as hell, n*gga
And a b*tch out of pocket, then you better quit playin' with her
n*gga, this the night shift
You know what I'm talking about?
Numbers
Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
sh*t, sh*t, sh*t
Man, uh
Damn
Numbers
Good job, sock it to me
sh*t, sh*t, sh*t
Ayy, uh
Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy