Chipper Jones lyrics

[Verse 1]
Guess who's back in the motherf*cking house
But this time we want the bricks n*gga, then we out
And if he don't comply, n*gga blow his brains out
My whole family banged out so I went the same route
Moving birds down south, me and my n*ggas
Trapping on the block till the fed's come get us
Mellow young guy, grew up listening to Dilla
But don't get it f*cked up, I still trip a n*gga
Never had a father figure, I grew up in these streets
Straight G, keep a heater, never getting cold feet
Known to get it cracking so the homie's love me
So whenever it's action, know they riding for me
Snitch n*ggas get they f*cking mama chip
Rising to prominence you other n*ggas counterfeit
Swing a punch, I got a forty-five to counter it
That's what you get for starting sh*t, you on the corners counting split

[Verse 2]
Never gon' change
Still be that same motherf*cker from the gang
Chilling with my n*ggas and you know they rep the same
Serving bricks, getting money, all my n*ggas gang bang
Motherf*cker and we 'bout it
Masked up, hammer tucked, down to bust
Looking for a n*gga while I'm blowing on this cannibus
Catch you n*ggas slipping, c*ck it back and do him scandalous
Toting big choppers, A.I. with the handles bruh'