Cnote - Chop'n On Blades lyrics

[talking] Third Coast Born 2000, C-Note Down South [Hook] Down South, it never seems to amaze We playa made with the fades, and we chop's on blades Living lavish is a habit, so I expose my diamonds On 3rd Coast we be grinding, now you see how we shining Down Soth, it never seems to amaze We playa made with them braids, in a Escalade Living lavish is a habit, so I expose my diamonds On 3rd Coast we be shining, now you see how we grinding [C-Note] Now close ya mouth cause it's the South, and we be balling (down here) We chop on blades sporting fades, got screens falling (down here) 20's crawling n***az balling, but we ain't stalling (down here) Spending G's up in the mall, and we shot calling (down here) We got them boys, putting diamonds in they face (down here) We got them boys, that be spraying boys like mace (down here) We got them boys, that be pulling them stunts (down here) We got them boys, that be popping them trunks (down here) We pulling out, in them Lexus and Hummers (down here) We got the bang, to make ya knock like thunder (down here) We got the sh**, that'll make you wonder (down here) Man I wonder, what they'll drop next summer (down here) Every year, you should meet me at the Kappa (down here) Don't worry bout me, I'm C-Note I'm a rapper (down here) We Botany Boys, we like to drop em in the sunny (down here) It might sound funny, but we make's a lot of money (down here) We got it made, (got it made) I got it made, cause I chop's on blades [Hook] [C-Note] Down South, we be doing this sh** I know you heard, down South we be screwing this sh** Now bump ya jam in your car, this for you in your b**h And we done thought of many ways to get paid, now we rich Will-Lean and D-Red, they in the Expeditions Got that Henn and the 3rd, and the Scurge on a mission And the Duke got the glock, by his rock come up missing And when you see me everytime, I'm in the newest edition Some'ing serious, when I pull up with the showroom shine So much ice up in my Roley, that I can't tell time And I ain't worried bout no hoes, cause they on the line And you may have a lot of cars in your yard, but they not like mine I'm trying to stack a million dollars, and put half on my house I'm trying to stack a million dollars, and put half in my mouth I'm just a young ag'd n***a, putting it down for the South And if this sh** jump fast, spit fifty rhymes and I'm out I got it made, (I got it made) I got it made, cause I chop's on blades [Hook] [C-Note] By now, you prolly thinking what they f** is the blades Well describe it like Jay-Z, my rims be spinning like waves When I mash up on the scene, they be looking like hay Girls be screaming out my name, saying you make my day Southside how we ride, in them Escalades The Range Rover Navigators, never seems to amaze Everybody in the world, who be stacking them dollars Throwing twenty inch blades, up on the Impala [talking] Got it made n***a, I got it made n***a I got it made n***a, I chop's on blades n***a Uh I'm off the hook n***a, n*gga n*gga n***a what n***a who what what what, worldwide Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside In your eye, I got it made (got it made) I got it made, cause I chop's on blades