They got a lot of pussy niggas out here
Got a lot of bitch niggas out here
Got a lot of hoe niggas out here,
we don't fuck with ’em
My nigga Chop', he cut from a certain cloth
A lot of you niggas don't know about that
A lot of niggas don’t know about that cloth
A lot of niggas don't know that fabric,
cause you ain't that real, you'll never be so
When I meet a nigga,
I look a nigga in the eyes see
what he talkin' 'bout, see what he is,
before he even say a fuckin' word
Homie had to say nothing to me
I knew he was real,
I knew he was genuine
I knew he was a good nigga,
you don't find good niggas no more
Cottonwood 2 ho,
deluxe 2 point nuggеt, again, bi’atch
It’s Cottonwood 2 ho, deluxe 2.0,
my lil' bro, Choppa, hol’ up
We got еight bullets on this one for you,
you know what I mean?
Chop', it's about that time to kill a motherfucker
Kill him again, dead again,
don't spare fucking soul on these niggas man
I heard you moved back to the trap for this one too,
your old hood, huh, just to make this bitch right
The fans gon’ fuck with you,
they won't be disappointed with you, I promise
Again, we got eight bullets at your fucking head on this, and this the deluxe, nigga
2.0 Cottonwood 2, you already know the block, nigga