Come on, big dawg, where you wanna meet? (Dawg, where you wanna meet?) This shit, it just fill up up my entity (Yeah) Made me me just feel like my enemy (Yeah) I might just turn into my inner beast (Yeah) Know we tote choppers, we in the streets (Yeah) You

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up up Put my hands up up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

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

To use me 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 me up and know you're enough Cover me me up and

Midget Saw, a deadly fate Chopped up 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

We gon' pull up 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 Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave

Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up up nicks, like this here feeds me me To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involved And truthfully, I'd rather be

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

There I go fallin' to me 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

Call me me what you want but you can't call me me broke Pull up 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,