Rapster aka young hopper jump before the son of nigga my nigga zero
Most City where you at nigga?
Uh huh
6 in the morning cooking in the kitchen baby
mama tripping bitch I'm on a money mission
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
freestyling in the booth and it's going dime
I hustle in the storm of blizzard raps to
make broke disappear like a crack wizard
When the laws hit the block looking for a nigga
I blend in in the trees like a green lizard
Joseph McVeigh that's my nigga roll yeah
he on lock but still king gotta ghetto
Raps the slash hopper known for starting drama
first nigga trip I'ma put his ass in the coma
Sticky ink you got me feeling like Superman
say the wrong thing hold you catch a
backhand I see you iced up looking
like a snowman until I pull that heat
melting ice like a oven I got a best friend his name's Smith and
Weston when he start talking bitch nigga
start listen it's a kill on the loose
and I dare you to stop him and if you
try then you die while you click watching
Raps them on the mic and you're going off the
riffs nigga grind south ride don't switch the house
I got some killers from the war to the west
most city Texas in this bitch how you love that?
Rap a lot 13 years in this bitch without
the Prince the south wouldn't be *
I move bricks on the two-way page a right hook
a geisha I pack tools for your broke haters
flow greater than your navigator system the
politician get you spinning from long distance
kill you in an instant like stove top stuffing
when you was just an infant I was on the block
hustling two legs bubbles one eight six oddity
three or four big bodies the black John got it
now either my ganali no karate or I'm tripping
I'm chopping when I'm dripping when it's flipping
I be slipping like no living in my pimpin' for business as a
rider ain't tripping but I'm hotter than the fire stone tires
Gucci visor,
Gucci hat,
Gucci belt to match Gucci this,
Gucci that,
I got a group of hood rats that pack gas
relax I'm the don move crack in the hot sun
and back in the field don making the meal yon
this is ever been I'm living sin headed to your residence
stomping like a innocent sticky green medicine nigga feeling busy
silly get wack or get smacked with a black mac milli have you
looking shitty in your own city better yet I put your brains
on the ceiling a clean killing tires peeling chrome spinning
Yokohama skin is big billing with the loud pipes getting right
clue glue stars first class enterprise I duct tape thighs to a
bitch lies I can see it in the eyes she
was scared to fly I got Indian blood I'm
from the slapper home trial slept in ties your
thighs and get gone if a nigga look at me wrong
I turn in the tights on full lights on
and I'm sitting on things talking like
pimpin' with a wrist full of grain doing
the damn thing wide body on choppers
flying over these bibles like a helicopter
my being's body so big it got to stick inside
say don't operate machine if your ass is high and
if your ass is fly you die right where you stand
when I drive me and roll kick,
crook and you the grand snitch
I'm the leader of the intrudention it's the M double A we
running over this motherfucker taking it to the streets
lately niggas in the game been trying to rip it
like us but they ain't built the way we built it
plus I cock and I bust me and Z-Roving on the
motion from the crater to the grave verbally
banging your head and leaving you permanent waves
looking for these niggas tripping on I'm about to get off in my
zone ready for confrontation so I'll be quick to load up my crow
niggas don't win the war show no will or bliss
who next to disrespect my sentence he gon' enjoy
I'm a gorilla that's on the edge about to let it go
I'm the crooked officer until they freak my cousin bro
Y Coronavirus
And that's how it go down south, huh?
Chop a lot, OG run, see.
Wrecking y'all, what?
Y'all be on the look I made for most *
from the Chop a Lot family, nah mean, what?
Boy,
OG run,
see,
chop a y'all up and I'll slam it.