You're wrong if you think I'll be just like you You thought you were there to guide me, We hard, extra large, youse a ho, (what!) you were only in my way, You were only in my way, (chop chop chop!) If you ain't crunk, what you in here for, We, we, we ride out,

Little lady Off of your melody Please don't make a fool of me You got me just (Screwed up) (Chop Chop me up) Come on and don't Come on, girl, don't

You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams I'm the devil, if

Oh oh oh oh Ooh it's the lights (You're blinded by the) I see your face (I see your face) You wanna touch it (You wanna touch it) Come to my place (Come to my place) And let's discuss it (Let's chop chop it up) Action! (You need that) Satisfaction! (You need

To use me for good We ain't leaving this room So girl, leave your boots by the bed Till someone needs medical help Or the magnolias bloom It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop chop wood So cover me up and know you're enough Cover me up and

Call me what you want but you can't call me broke Pull up with that choppa and a telescope Got 50 chickens in with me, runnin' around in my city Young rich nigga trappin' out Bentleys, rich nigga trappin' out Bentleys We makin' a motion picture,

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave

Pour louper l’école Je ferais n’importe quoi Pour louper l’école Moi j’irais jusqu’à… On préfère rester couché Faire le tour de la maison En pyjama pour chopper froid Manger des tartines au goudron

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

Get my migo on the phone Yeah my migo one call away, he'll pull a I ain't playing with these niggas Pull the chopper start spraying on these niggas, pull a Young niggas dying every night Young niggas mama crying every night Make sure call Rel I swear to