Big ass choppa on deck Flex so she upset Thumbin' through all these bands I'ma need more hands The Dior, it came from France The Mio came from Japan I just pulled up and shot you and yo' mans I just pulled up and I'm flexin' again Backwoods, I'm smokin' on gram by the gram Come through yo' block like I'm Invader Zim Swervin' the lane, like that motherfuckin' Lamb Come in the paint and I'm breakin' the rim Oh, that yo' bitch? Bet I take her again If that money Leaf, I rake it right in If that nigga leave, I'm breaking right in Diamonds water, Poseidon I'm in Florida residing Get yo' daughter, she triflin' Money old as a white man Count that guap with my right hand Big Glock sittin' on the night stand It'll put Yuri on ice, man I don't think a nigga wanna take that chance Run up on me, gon' change yo' plans
Choppa gon' spray 'em down Choppa gon' spray 'em down, down Choppa gon' spray 'em down Choppa gon' spray 'em down, yeah Choppa gon' spray 'em down Choppa gon' lay 'em down, down Nigga, don't make a sound Don't make a sound now
Give me the check right now Give me the check right now, now Give me the check right now Give me the check right now, now Before I lay 'em down Before I lay 'em down, down Before I lay 'em down I lay 'em down, down
Who get that check like me? That check like me, yeah I get that check and go beep That check it go, "Pfft, beep" Who get it lit like me? Nobody, yeah I'm balling, I dunk on yo' team I score on that bitch like Kareem, yeah That money, it bust out the jeans, yeah That bitch gon' let me get between, yeah I remember this shit was a dream, yeah That choppa gone shoot like a scene, yeah That boy think he fuckin' with me? Yeah That boy must be off the codeine, yeah Just shot 12, senior Just fucked a señorita Left Japan (Visa) Yo' bitch dance (Eater) I'm with Meg (Peter) Got that Mac (Veeta) I'm with Strife (Tifa) Got that white (Tina) Living life (Peaceful) We not equal
We not equal We not equal We not equal We not equal (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get that bag, spend it fast Don't make me drop the Mag on yo' pussy ass This my last stand, feel like Sephiroth They say I'm a mad man, with my flexing ass Choppa come through shooting cans, like a Pepsi ad Nigga thinking you my mans? I L-O-L at that Fucked that bitch and fucked her friend, I'm never telling that That's yo' bitch all in my Benz asking "Where the telly at? "
Choppa gon' spray 'em down Choppa gon' spray 'em down, down Choppa gon' spray 'em down Choppa gon' spray 'em down, yeah Choppa gon' spray 'em down Choppa gon' lay 'em down, down Nigga, don't make a sound Don't make a sound now
Thumb through that check while I fuck on yo' bitch Niggas be hating, I don't give a shit Balling so hard, bitch, I just broke the rim? I just broke the rim Look at my money, bitch, jump out the gym Dior? Fendi? Phillip Lim? I can't share this wood, boy, I gotta face it I just got geeked, boy, I feel amazing The shit that I'm shooting, it look like a laser The shit that you shooting, it look like a taser You can't hear a sound when I pick the potato Drive off with a smile, bitch, I'm feeling like Mater Fuck up a sesh then I head out a state When I feel sad, bitch, I pour me a 8 Oh, that's yo' bitch? Why she all in my face? Choppa sounding like the End Of The Game