Young nigga, I done came a long way Now, grind like a rich nigga Shine like a rich nigga Ridin' round town, hey, hey Ridin' round town, top down Like a rich nigga Wishin' that somebody say hey, hey Choppin' all the bad bitches Wanna come around

Outta proportion, outta proportion My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion Cook that shit up Quay It's Gucci (Evil) Hah (Genius) Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom) (Mr. Nice Guy, haha) If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas Issa Nightmare on Elm Street A Nightmare on Elm Street I can show

Weaponized psychopathy Headlong into carnage seeking blood Seething minds distorted by the violence and pain Driven by adrenaline Headlong into carnage they attack Merciless and brutal take the head off of your neck No hesitation as the bloodshed begins

It's really going down in the goddamn south I 3-up, 100 to the end Wasted, undone How could you judge? I’m wasted right now Wasted undone Wasted right now Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip I hold my head

Outstanding I done took a whole lotta chances I fuck her, I ain't tryna be romantic I just left the jeweler diamonds dancing Try to take it my chopper do damage

No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe Laying by my chopper, its laying by my safe No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day, yeah Hop up out that motherfucker swagging Hop up out

You wanted to Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? I, cry, when angels deserve to die In, my, self righteous suicide Grab a brush and put a little (makeup) Grab a brush and put a little Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup) Hide the scars to fade

(If you wanna go with us) (I'mma leave 'em in the dust) (I must be the one to bust) (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Sometimes, I feel Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) I get to busting like I'm a thirty ought six

There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don't