Birdman - Karate Chop (Remix) lyrics

(Intro) You know, This just some real n***a sh**, a real n***a story You know what I’m saying? (Hook) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new ‘rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean (Verse 1: Future) Got a Panamera round a young n***a neck Got a young b**h pulling up in a vet Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of s** sponsored links Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check b**h n***a get money, n***a get that Roll a blunt of chronic, n***a sell a lot of crack You can hit a n***a line, order what you want I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk 50,000 on yo watch, young n***a splurge Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup Keep a young n***a workin’ gotta buss a cape I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday (Hook) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new ‘rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean (Verse 2: Future) Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider Young n***a play with keys, like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a n***a idol I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle n***a where you at, n***a we go pull up on ya Young b**h looking like Janet in the 80′s We was grinding up from a tube and a baby Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work I can get 36 for a clean shirt (Hook) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new ‘rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean (Verse 3: Lil Wayne) Pop a lot of pain pills Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels Beat that p**y up like Emmett Till Yeah…. Two cell phones ringin’ at the same time That’s your ho, callin’ from two different phones Tell that b**h “leave me the f** alone!” See, you f** her wrong, and I f** her long I got a love-hate relationship with Molly I’d rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly Boy, I’ll bury you like Halle And these hoes say I’m blind, Cause I don’t see nothin’ wrong with a little bump and grind Man I just received a package Them other n***as taxin’ And my pockets so fat, I’m startin’ to feel contractions And my cousin went to jail for them chickens And he already home and that n***a must be snitchin’ Cut him off like karate! (Hook) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new ‘rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean