Hey, Chopper take it so he need a medic, uh
I been gettin' fat, smokin' Ops, countin' fetty, uh
Niggas say he want smoke, pull up, bitch, we ready, uh
Last nigga bit that curb, got turned to spaghetti
I just got a new Glock, but my pants still heavin'
Nigga know we on that cock, ain't swayin' the door because we wet it
On that block, we poppin' up, his ass gon' need to fuckin' rev it
Chase a nigga out his socks, get out his top, and we gon' dead it
Like, I'm comin' with my K, I'm tryin' to strike, bro
Our hoe get a drop, nah, I'm creepin' through his bike, though
Bag on his head, when I'm dead, put some change on it
The way she suck my *, I think I'll pile it, pull the ring, go
They askin' me about bodies, I ain't talkin', I don't know a thing
One up on the smoke, this ass, that boy got hit up, close range
Mookie and 3-5, them niggas die behind the same name
Jump out game, we sprayin' *, my ass know that, we bring that pain
Got up on him, quit, that nigga die
Office and the wrong name
Hit him in his head, won't touch them legs, we want the whole brain
Caught him in his phone, did a roll, now it's a closed case
We 4K got jump, now don't he got it, stupid-ass Chase
Ayy, chopper take it, so he need a medic, uh
I been gettin' fat, smokin' Ops, califetic, uh
Niggas say he want smoke, pull up, bitch, we ready, uh
Last nigga bit that curb, got turned to spaghetti
I just got a new Glock, but my pants still heavin'
Nigga know we on that cock, ain't swayin' the door because we wet it
On that block, we poppin' up, his ass gon' need to fuckin' rev it
Chase a nigga out his socks, get out his top, and we gon' dead it
Chase a nigga out his socks, get out his top, and we gon' dead it
I'm married to murder, we had a way
They say another nigga died yesterday, that's right on schedule
He thought he could spin, throw and spurt, he got a fist, yo
Hit him in his head, don't let a bullet touch his chest, yo
Gang gang in this bitch, throw your set, uh
All he says, he in black and white, he a ref, yo
Cool and fly, I'm tryna audition to be a jet
Young Jones back in the day, watch how I be dippin' through they set, uh
FMJ, I knocked a tattoo off his neck
I let it spark so much, remind me of these diamonds on my neck
Uh, uh, trap down, this bitch remind me of my tech
Uh, this * goin' down, this bitch remind me of my set, gang
Ayy, chopper take it so he need a medic, uh
I been gettin' fat, smokin' Ops, countin' fetty, uh
Niggas say he want smoke, pull up, bitch, we ready, uh
Last nigga, bet that curb got turned to spaghetti
I just got a new Glock, but my pants still heavy
Nigga know we on that cock, can't swing the door because we with it
On that block, we poppin' up, his ass gon' need to fuckin' rev it
Chase a nigga out his socks, get out his top, and we gon' dead it
Uh, damn, that boy a man's hit
Yeah, kill confirm, bro make sure that head split
I can't take them niggas serious, Ops be on some fair *
Nah, leave that street * off the net, but * niggas keep sayin' *
Hit that nigga with a chalk, yeah, he need a med kit
Die what happen to that Ops, nah, *, he a dead bitch
He ain't shoot, his brother drop, nah, that nigga ran quick
Freestyle hits, we catch the Ops, yeah, boy, we don't playin' *