[Chorus]

Why you so quiet?

(Yeahh, yeah!)

Big pack, dro

Opp up in this roll

Get this choppa, get his soul

Put that tag up on his toe

He talkin' crazy, yeah, we let the birds fly (Yeah)

[Verse 1]

Yeah, he talkin’ crazy

With the gang like we the Navy

Clutch yo cross, yeah

Ya shooters ain't gonna save you

Sayin' mayday

Ran off with the pack

Bitch, it’s payday

Talkin' on the gang, you get whacked

I just left yo BM crib and she gave me cat

I just hit ya shooter, yeah, turn him to a tatt (Tatt)

Big dog, we don't fuck with rats

Try to stab me in the back, we put two up in his head

(Tell 'em)

Big dog status, tote that chop, he end up dead

I don't need no practice, take these percy's, I self-med

I don't need no feelings

Tote this Glock, bitch, I get to killin'

Hop out the SUV, we get to spillin’

Diamonds on my chain, I’m chillin' (Hey)

Yeah, they talkin’ like they know me but they don't

Got real-deal killers behind my back, I get 'em gone

They ain't got no spine, no bone

Tell me what’s the issue, what's the beef

Say you hard, please

Choppa send you to stars, yea

You ain't on my level

Tote this pole, bitch, it's whatever

Said he want some static, want some smoke, yeah

It's whatever

[Chorus]

(Yeahh, yeah!)

Big pack, dro

Why you so quiet?

Opp up in this roll

Get this choppa, get his soul

Put that tag up on his toe

He talkin' crazy, yeah, we let the birds fly (Yeah)

[Verse 1 - Repeated]

Yeah, he talkin' crazy

With the gang like we the Navy

Clutch yo cross, yeah

Ya shooters ain't gonna save you

Sayin' mayday

Ran off with the pack

Bitch, it's payday

Talkin' on the gang, you get whacked

I just left yo BM crib and she gave me cat

I just hit ya shooter, yeah, turn him to a tatt (Tatt)

Big dog, we don't fuck with rats

Try to stab me in the back, we put two up in his head

[Verse 2]

Pop out the cut, we let 'em have it

Hop up out the SUV, we goin' spastic

Choppas automatic

Movin' like we tactical

Smokin' on that opp pack, this shit is so magical

Got a big blunt rolled

Red dot to his nose

Told that boy not to push up, he got told

Movin' wicked, movin' sinister

Pushin' the blicky, movin' like the minister

I got youngins on the block, they call me mister

Z-O-D-I, hit 'em with the fye