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

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

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

I bow my head, I pray to God Survival of the fittest help me hold my chopper lord! If I die today, on the highway to heaven Can I let my top down in my 911? Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic 400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic You can't stop a

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

Pounding the world like a battering ram Forging the furnace for the final grand slam Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none Hammering anvils straining muscle and might Shattering

You can't help but say 'Hot dog!' Just drag me 'cross your log I'm a cross cut saw, I'm a cross cut saw You know, I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I cut your wood so easy for you Some call me wood-choppin' Sam Some call me wood-cuttin' Ben

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

Came a long way from the choppa and the car (Raa!) I was kicking doors, never thought of being a star (Hey) Now I pull up in the Rolls with the baddest of them all (Bad) I pour a four, now I sittin' on Mars (Mars) I lift the doors when I'm pulling out

Gotti got it Cop it, then I serve it up Okay, my blood gang, 30 bang Big choppa, big thang Let your nuts hang Who that? Don't say BBA change your mood, aye