Famous Dex - Sensei lyrics

[Intro: Artist Noir & Famous Dex] Oh man God Damn God Dan-God Damn Yeah [Intro: Artist Noir] Karate Chop (Sattttt) Sensei I whip up a block (I do) I don't even like selling rocks (no-no) I'd just like me a drop Karate Chop (Satttt) Sensei I whip up a block I don't even like selling rocks I just like me a drop [Verse 1: Artist Noir] Drophead looking like Stevie (what-yeah) The hairline chopped off I made the hard out the soft bu*ter the seats tuck the toast Burn rubbers in roasters, rub shoulders with mobsters If I'm being honest been f**ing these models that model designer No Panda She like the car but she don't know the model She like the gram but she love the grotto She needs some grands she don't need a follow Bottles on bottles on bottles on bottles on bottles her motto [Hook: Artist Noir] Karate Chop (Satttt) Sensei I whip up a block I don't even like selling rocks I'd just like me a drop Body shots (stop) If she got good p**y I pop If you on that bullsh** get shot Sorry we don't f** with opps [Verse 2: Artist Noir] Sorry don't f** with the cops Show em' my heckle and koch I keep it co*ked by my co*k Hate when this block get so hot I should go back to the burbs and cool off in a drop with my pops I don't need no ice on the watch. I need thick thighs on a thot f** what you thought black, my roots say I'm God, Jack No roof on the car, check Dykes that minage, check Noir is a Lord, Lord of the war Lord knows I been poor, pouring up four, going in raw, hoes leaving em sore, hoe leave me alone Karate chop The dope make that body rock Karate chop Split up a brick in my ad-di-das No nine to nine I do not work on clocks Taliban, my n***as don't work with Glocks [Verse 3: Famous Dex] Body shots I f** your b**h get a lot lot lot I f** your b**h get a lot of top You run up on me get a lot of shots Karate chop (Wait) I get them bricks then karate chop I'm sipping on lean yeah that hard Wock I pour a six then my heart stop They trying to copy the wave You already know I put this dick in yo hoe My shooters down to kick a door I got this dope in my sock I trap on the block I growed up was selling rocks Run up on me get karate chopped [Verse 4: Artist Noir] Talk that blah blah blah You'll get shots shots shots That's on God God God We on top top top I need top top top Please don't stop stop stop That's on Jah God God Get that block and then chop chop chop [Hook: Artist Noir] Karate Chop (Satttt) Sensei I whip up a block I don't even like selling rocks I'd just like me a drop Body shots (stop) If she got good p**y I pop If you on that bullsh** get shot Sorry we don't f** with opps