It's chopped up and not slopped up, man DJ Slip K, OG Ron C, Chop Stars If you don't say that, tell them, Metro You got slopped up, not chopped up, believe that I'm a rapper, 4L rapper Hit em with a 20 piece ranch lemon pepper Black Elf 21's dancing with the devil His wifey trouble, thought was finna cuddle I put out a rubber ox, tried to slide on my brother Had to up that cutter, when it's huddled So many shots, them done shot each other A-Arch, this the stutter, Draco Brown, look like peanut butter Play tic-tac-toe or tit-for-tat Nigga, this ain't that He was talking gangsta on them tracks Till I got him whacked Gleezy with the switch and niggas flat Ain't no duck in that Y'all be smokin' Maybelline, Arch Smokin', smokin' facts We be smokin' gang, got the gang Cock it back and bang I'm 214, well, that's what I claim Let your nuts hang We gon' shoot at houses, we hit brains Y'all lil' niggas I'm 214, well, that's what I claim Let your nuts hang We gon' shoot at houses, we hit brains Y'all lil' niggas I'm 214, well, that's what I claim Let your nuts hang We gon' shoot at houses, we hit brains Y'all lil' niggas Lame, fell in love with them chopper sounds Flock of, flock of flames Slidin', lookin' for the oz They been hidin' I grew up around drugs, ***, and violence We turned out the street, we heard sirens Since a juvenile Wildin', chrome heart jeans got me stylin' Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin' While you was in college, I was runnin' Bop, bop, bop Everybody runnin' they car Don't make it that far Now I'm with the AR *** in the street, they gon' put it in the bar Y'all left talkin' on pillow All my blocks got ditto Take your bank like CeeLo Draco, bite, mosquito Y'all ain't even coinin' Frito Kel-Tec, how they shoot Cheeto Y'all be talkin' that rah-rah You ain't finna rah-rah me though He went against me, he gone Step on him, I put my feet on him I just made a art, do the runnin' man Keep a, keep a Elfin in my color now Still ain't met a bitch that I cuff again Still ain't met a bitch that I kiss, girl He was talkin' crazy, he got flicked Savage keep a-talkin', John Wick Shoot him, shoot him in the back like he Rick We playin' free, tag niggas, eh Slidin', lookin' for the opps, they been hidin' I grew up around drugs, *** and drugs, violence We turned off they streets, we heard sirens That's a juvenile, I been wildin' Chrome heart jeans got me stylin' Said he wanna smoke, now he joggin' While you was in college, I was robbin'