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

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

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

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 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

I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car Load up up the choppers like it's December thirty first Roll up up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown

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,

Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws) 21 Gang 'til I fall (Fall) Had to put a bitch on pause (Pause) You could get hit in the jaw (Your jaw) The chopper can hit all of y'all (Straight up up) Your brother, your goldfish and dog (All) Most of my niggas just rob

Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper Somebody come tip her, she's dancin' like a stripper Somebody come get her, she's feelin' all the liquor Somebody come to the floor, it feels like we've met before Chopped and screwed up up I'm a pothead,

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