Song: Karate Chop
Artist:  Duvy
Year: 2021
Viewed: 33 - Published at: 3 years ago

[Intro: Duvy]
This shit off the top, man
But you already knew that
Grrrt

[Chorus: Duvy]
Glock life, block life, yeah
Fuck what it was
Test your luck, heat him up
Don't give no fucks
Ride 'round, you know what it was
Like my brother say, "We the real clean up"
We play offense, youngings D up
Free the neighbourhood hero, the block they need us
Send shots to them, fuck with opps, we leave 'em

[Verse 1: Duvy]
Can I put some drank in a two-liter?
Had to quit the Percs, it had me mad for no reason
And I'm out here steppin' on shit, yeah, bronem geekin'
If she ain't tryn' hit, that bitch shе leaving
Shoutout my dawg, pressin'
I thought this drank gon' help dеpression
Wonder where they left that nigga? Yeah, they stretched him
Only thing I'm hiding from, yeah, is nine-eleven
Still run these streets with my G-27
Brodie send that nigga up, grrr-rrt, to heaven
Don't know 'bout boy, I heard that nigga he was tellin'
Still fuck the opps, forgot to mention
[Chorus: Duvy]
Glock life, block life, yeah
Fuck what it was
Test your luck, heat him up
Don't give no fucks
Ride 'round, you know what it was
Like my brother say, "We the real clean up"
We play offense, youngings D up
Free the neighbourhood hero, the block they need us
Send shots to them, fuck with opps, we leave 'em

[Verse 2: S Dawg]
We had to grind, get it to shine
We're in a four-seater with bronem
Tired of lies, fake cries
Been under war for fiction
Been on the Jane, niggas lame
Don't come outside like they missing
Some niggas change, switch for chain
That guy ain't seen my vision
Was out in the rain, storm chasin' shit, so is my drip
I keep it real, when niggas on slimey-slatt, so I keep a distance
Don't fuck with too many, they collateral, might think this shit
Go hop on, babe, she tellin' me "Wait", I'm like, "Time's ticking"
You gotta watch for them red eyes, I pray they go blind, see
Titano boy in this bitch, so ain't so slimin' me
Would get my march on his block, but ain't no Pisces
I was with my niggas, niggas on his on block
I don't think they like me
Right now, we fill 'em off this Perc, ten might turn him over
I was cookin' in the kitchen at a young age, like, "Add more soda"
Bitch, I'm from the Grassways, yeah, slatt ways, whole lotta cobras
And I'm in still in the fast lane, they wondering how we got this goated
[Chorus: Duvy]
Glock life, block life, yeah
Fuck what it was
Test your luck, heat him up
Don't give no fucks
Ride 'round, you know what it was
Like my brother say, "We the real clean up"
We play offense, youngings D up
Free the neighbourhood hero, the block they need us
Send shots to them, fuck with opps, we leave 'em

( Duvy )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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