[Verse 1: Lex Bratcher]

Yeah, huh, yo, okay, wow

Looking at the clock

I can see the time hours

That's just me, myself and I

'Cause I second hand smoke every minute hand out

Took the cannon on a trip

You know how it panned out

Caribbean for a hit

For a couple bands I employed

Shorty sells .50 sea shells on the sea shore

Eagle to his head

He really an island boy

No kids but she asking me to buy them toys

She want me to bop it, twist it and flick right per noise

She making, I'm liking the taste and I might implore for Miguel

Got me talking all I adore for it

Damn, when I'm done I can tell why she hate me

Mad I can't give her cat babies litter

And even if I could get her pregnant

I'd be bussing on the couch

Ain't my girl, you my babysitter

Lex stop

Please you joking

Being high heals, that's all that weed I'm toking

I'm the realest chosen

Millions like "That's my girl"

And ain't nobody coming to see you Otis

The season Moe kill the trees is potent

More gas needed than 18 wheeler road trips

Off caffeine and I'm fiending to speed the lotus

In the pass seat, I can't tell if she peed or soaking

Like glass half empty champagne been poured up

Ass I'm gripping, she want me to give them hoes up

You don't wanna see me Bella Noche

I turn into a savage

I'm a dog like where you been loca

Many mens wishing for my many ends, hold up

Hit the Benz, bulletproof tints in the whole truck

If you can't go to Bella Noches where the hell could you go

I don't know, but we finna have it tore up

[Hook: Joey Cool]

Watch out

Niggas tryna see what the ops 'bout

I ain't tryna see what you talkin' 'bout

Everybody 'round got chops out

Up, up, up with the stock now

Cut, cut, cut, getting stockpiled

Why you over there getting hostile

I ain't talking 'bout next, nigga right now

Chop style

Everybody 'round got chops out

(Chop style, chop style, chop style)

Chop style

Niggas tryna see what the ops 'bout

(Ops 'bout, ops 'bout, what)

Watch out

Why you over there getting hostile

(Oh my god)

Chop style

It's some real niggas in the spot now

[Verse 2: King Iso]

Iso

I'll pull up in the physical for woofin' on the meta hater

Bet I'll make ya tell the world peace like I'll catch ya later

You are not a stepper like I'll guess I'll take the elevator

Walking down on any hoe problem I'll de-escalate-her

Metal make a broke nigga holy 'cause my cheddar grater

Bad boy, no mace, I'm a pepper sprayer

Tell the reaper that the ghost got a better flavor

And for principles this chopper taller than a second grader

Bitch give me brain, she an educator (ooh wee)

Go bananas in the bitch, vanilla wafer (ooh wee)

Milk the whole game, find a better player (who me?)

No insurance, I'm a self medicator (truly)

No Arnold and Vanessa when the lead erase her

I be working hard, was only right that I was lead to paper

Get ya babe and treat her like a Tekken player

'Cause I be laying down law, fuck a legislature

Better invest in a vest for investigators

'Cause it'll be up, no questionnaire

Never will I land like several acres

Or Jeff or MJ, suggest the Lakers

Who can try me

Then they catch the vapors and vexed I make sure

The best debaters are dead like they sure just met their maker

Ya bitch call me father like confession makers

Bet I'ma gas everyone, fuck a mega saver

I go Luthor with Lex how I stress the capers

Making her walk her down without a Texas ranger

Fuck are they talkin' 'bout, I'll text Rosetta later

Funny how I'm indy and I'll press a major

Just to run it up I'm finna test a pacer

What my CD sees without a ventilator

These emcees won't breathe, go get a respirator

Motherfucker

[Hook: Joey Cool]

Watch out

Niggas tryna see what the ops 'bout

I ain't tryna see what you talkin' 'bout

Everybody 'round got chops out

Up, up, up with the stock now

Cut, cut, cut, getting stockpiled

Why you over there getting hostile

I ain't talking 'bout next, nigga right now

Chop style

Everybody 'round got chops out

(Chop style, chop style, chop style)

Chop style

Niggas tryna see what the ops 'bout

(Ops 'bout, ops 'bout, what)

Watch out

Why you over there getting hostile

(Oh my god)

Chop style

It's some real niggas in the spot now