They got a lotta pussy niggas out here Got a lotta bitch niggas out here Got a lotta ho niggas out here, we don't fuck wit' 'em My nigga Chop', he cut from a certain cloth
Lotta you niggas don't know 'bout that Lotta niggas don't know 'bout that cloth Lotta 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 none 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 nugget, again, biatch It's Cottonwood 2 ho, deluxe 2.0, my lil' bro, Choppa, hol' up We got eight bullets on this one for you, you know I mean? Chop', it's 'bout that time to kill a motherfucker Kill him again, dead again, don't spare fuckin' 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, I promise Again, we got eight bullets at your fuckin' head on this, and this the deluxe, nigga 2.0 Cottonwood 2, you already know the block, nigga