I'm light years Ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here Can't clown me Don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir bak jak Burada mikrofonuna tak kagit

Lalaiá, laiá, laiá Lembro do chopp garotinho Mesa de barzinho Clima de beijinho Ouvindo voz e violão No embalo da canção Dançando agarradinho Lembro do dia em que marcamos um encontro Eu te levei pra sair, e

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

You say kill 'em I said I got 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Choppa with choppa stay loaded Bullet shells all on your floor Trying to get higher Ruby got fire I'm fucked up

Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet 'Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet Don't be mad at me I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas No sympathy for you niggas Ho, shut

Midget Saw, a deadly fate Chopped up limbs become shark bait Midget Saw, the pirate's code It says that both your legs must go Chopped to pieces Ripped to shreds You're gonna wish that you were dead! Who's that short man what does he do? He killed that

Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane On a choppa rant I think I'm 'bout to lose it man In the trap still countin' change Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist

Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?" Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfuckers need to get off the dick,