[Pre-Chorus]

Hello this is your captain speaking

We're about to land in the SJ area

Need a little cut, need to look a little fresh

You know who to go to, ChoppaWang

[Chorus]

Call my wang Eric ’cause I got a choppa

They might think I’m YBN, I’m an oppa stoppa

Why these bitches always talkin’, I hear yada yada

Only way you gettin’ Nier is in Automata

Why they call me NLE, ’cause I got a choppa

I might chop ’em like Shnitzel, rada rada

Got these women out their clothes, got a stash of Prada

If you ain’t about the bros, then you gettin’ nada

[Rap]

She don’t wanna give me head, she got tendinitis

So I took her to the bed just ’cause I’m the nicest

Filmed a movie scene and BTS like I’m the bias

Got awarded Golden Globe, I got touch of Midas

Why she touchin’ on my belly, ’boutta wake a beast

Why she eat me up like Choji, ’boutta make a feast

Why I’m always gettin’ A’s, ’cause I hate the B’s

Bitches that I don’t give a pho like I’m Vietnamese

And I be with your bitch, ay

I ain’t talking ’bout Nintendo but she really wanna Switch, ay

Yeah I switch lanes, see you when I pass right

Only time you ever seein’ green is at the last light

[Chorus]

Call my wang Eric ’cause I got a choppa

They might think I’m YBN, I’m an oppa stoppa

Why these bitches always talkin’, I hear yada yada

Only way you gettin’ Nier is in Automata

Why they call me NLE, ’cause I got a choppa

I might chop ’em like Shnitzel, rada rada

Got these women out their clothes, got a stash of Prada

If you ain’t about the bros, then you gettin’ nada

[Rap]

Women all around tell me drop my pants

Money floatin’ down, floatin’ round when I’m droppin’ bands

She be like some Vans, Comic Sans, basic to the man

I be in the mansion gettin’ tan while I’m getting fanned

Ass fat, worker at the Joe’s, I gotta bag that

100k on her Instagram, I gotta match that

Crossin’ out exes in the tats, it’s like a hashtag

Givin’ neck, put her on the song, she on the backtrack

But I can’t love a bitch, ay

When I pull up to the party it get lit, ay

Numbers gettin’ rich, ay

Waitin’ for her number on the list, ay

I could never call a girl my wife, that’s a misplay

Droppin’ bombs like it’s D-Day

And she blowin’ out my candles like a B-day

Record breaker, I could never be a DJ

Ain’t a steakhouse, I only want the BJ

Imma show her that I’m Shohei Ohtani

Hit it out the park when she giving up punani

When he’s not there I’m gettin’ lucky with Kehlani

Pull up, he get stitches in his family like nani

[Chorus]

Call my wang Eric ’cause I got a choppa

They might think I’m YBN, I’m an oppa stoppa

Why these bitches always talkin’, I hear yada yada

Only way you gettin’ Nier is in Automata

Why they call me NLE, ’cause I got a choppa

I might chop ’em like Shnitzel, rada rada

Got these women out their clothes, got a stash of Prada

If you ain’t about the bros, then you gettin’ nada