作词 : James Baker/Bryson Potts/Carlton D. Mays/Marquis Davis
 作曲 : James Baker/Bryson Potts/Carlton D. Mays/Marquis Davis
I'm in the booth with a Glock 23
AR15
Choppa make a nigga scene
What you say Chop
Yeah yeah NLE shit b***h
Yeah yeah yeah
**** it b***h I'm thuggin'
The Glock I'm tuckin
Up it I knock your muffin
End of discussion
I don't do no ****in' cuffin'
I ****ed her cousin
She said that my d**k is lovely
I think she love me
Hit him with a Drake I ain't talkin bout Aubrey
You sayin you a killer
Lil nigga you flagin
And just like the Pizza I want me some topping
And if it's a problem you know I'mma solve it
Bust through your shit b***h I'm ready to drill
And just like a ghost I give you the chills
b***h I'm deep in the water they call me a seal
He was speakin on me somehow he got killed
I'm like "who"
I be goin coo
I might have to rob you
Pull up where that nigga work
Shoot him through the drive-through
And don't speak up on my name nigga I advise you
I'll put a bullet through your head right between your ****in' eyes fool
I got a tool on me handy mandy that b***h dandy
Just like a squirrel b***h I want me a nut just call me Sandy
On Halloween I was robbin the kids for their candy
Now I grew up hittin licks and these nigga s they can't stand me
Drop top Chop b***h I knock back tops
I broke a b***h spinal cord when I gave her back-shots
I put a nigga on Fox
Just if he talkin to the cops
"Choppa how many bodies you got"
-b***h I got a lot
I put the perc up in my Henny so you know I'm gettin silly
I'll leave yo body in the old town road just like I'm Billy
And b***h I'm Gucci'ed down now a nigga used to shop at Tennis
And all these pampered ass hoes really out here feelin' shit ty yeah yea
That's how you feel
I'm on the block with the steel
I'm in the club and I'm runnin these h*es
This shit feel like is track and field
If you talkin bout this crippin shit homie
I been doin this shit for years
What's the price homie
All this ice on me
This shit got me up on chills
Ridin through your city with your b***h get my d**k sucked
Bank account on Antetokounmpo we gettin' big bucks
Big Ben chain I ain't never get my shit tucked
I heard these nigga s talkin smoke well b***h you know this shit up
Before I work it out with a b***h I do a sit-up
40 to his mouth I gun hin down now he can't get up
I heard the opps talkin I know how to close they lips up
This shit get personal I put his momma in the pick-ups
40 on my side choppa on the left of me
Please don't judge me all this weed and beef get the best of me
Heard you got a stock of bad b*****s but yo b***h chubby
I can be the ugliest nigga in the room your b***h will still **** me
I heard you got no cash you on a low budget
You payin for that a*s you got a whole budget
You get into it with your h*e because your h*e buggin
I teach that b***h a little Pilates how her toe touchin