Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Winner's circle)Extended the clips in all of my guns, I could go to war with ISIS (Yeah)Keep the strap up on my hip, they say, "Lil' chop a dyke"
Hit her from the back one time, I ain't doin' no motherfuckin' wifin' (Yeah, ayy)
He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time I'm rappin
I'm knockin' his tops, he think's that I'm cappin'
Put him on the news, we bringin' the static
Handguns and them automaticsDressed in that guala, bitch, I gotta have it
Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic
These niggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic
Lil' bro in the field, doin' drills like Madden
If a fuck nigga play we gon' fuck it up
Got my strap in the seat, tell 'em, "Buckle up"
I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up
Take a trip for a week, you gon' fuck or what?
Ayy, bitch
Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah?
I told her, "Drop her drawers"
And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls
She got some magical jaws, yeah
Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag
Bitch, you know I ain't totin' a pro mag
Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch-ass
I'm leavin' niggas layin' in the mud for fuckin' shitbagsThey say, "Why you rappin' bout hoes and shit?"
'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and shit
I'm the one buyin' their clothes and shit
VVS on. my neck and they froze and shit
Hit her one time and she actin' out
Red beam on my strap like I'm backin' out
And I full lotta bowls when I'm packin' now
Smoke a whole lotta dope, I ain't flashin' out
My chopper kill just like a kangaroo
When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe
I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some fuckin' lube
I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical choppa because I'm ridin' with a lotta tools
This nigga tried to rob me so you know I had to drape the dude
But they tryna be, but it's not easy
Hol' on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Put the gang on the bitch like I'm Y Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music I'm not leakin'Ayy, what the fuck a nigga wanna do
I got 'bout four, five choppers when I'm ridin' in my coupe
And bitch, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup
Now a nigga need a toothpick 'cause there's steak stuck in my tooth (Yeah)
How many guns I got? A lot
And bitch, we trapping' spot to spot
And you would think this shit is gumbo but it's dope up in the pot
And bitch, my pockets is on swol', and it's lookin' like a knot
Top shotta in this bitch, nigga, you a bomboclaat (Gang, gang)Ayy, she want a bag, and I got a bag, but she don't get nothin'
Ayy, got a whole cash, and I'm livin' too fast, mama couldn't do nothin'
I spend guala in public, all my niggas, they do what I do, like puppies
Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin', in the Yo with a Polo on, bro, I'm cookin' (Yeah)I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some fuckin' lube
I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical choppa because I'm ridin' with a lotta tools
This nigga tried to rob me so you know I had to drape the dude
But they tryna be, but it's not easy
Hol' on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Put the gang on the bitch like I'm Y Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music I'm not leakin'
