Released on January 18, 2016

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[Intro]

Young Chop on the beat

Gang, Flash

HollyWood J

Gang, gang, gang, gang


[Verse 1]

Heard a fuckboy in the road, run him over

Heard that it's some snakes up in the grass, I'll mow 'em

Heard they put a plot on my mans, we ain't goin'

Heard you ridin' foreigns, Audis, Maseratis, no Range Rovers

Heard you wanna talk shit, wanna pop out with them vultures

Heard that when it get dark, they'll flex on ya, Hulk Hogan

I heard that they just want ya' for yo money

And they want ya' for them stacks, yeah, them racks

Them .50s and them Tecs and them Macs cannot lack


[Pre-Chorus]

This chop' on my hip look like a guitar

I'm passing blunts like Brett Favre, I'm getting it at large

Wanna get a feat from me? Twenty bands what I charge

Gotta spend like a whole car

I'm flexing like I got arms


[Chorus]

I'm smoking on them moonrocks, feeling like I'm a Jedi

Feel like Han Solo, but I'm not gonna die

And now I'm riding 'round Chiraq, Benz sound like Jakku

And you just tryna get yo' stacks so I ain't even gon' knock you

What you look like? You ain't even know what you heard

Been getting that Suge Knight, run 'em right into the dirt

Gang getting that cook right, in the kitchen, always first

If you don't look right then everyone upping them .30s, .30s, .30s


[Verse 2]

What I look like, fool? I'll pull up with the shooter

I'll pull up with my bro and we all just cooling

Big Bs in this, bitch, yeah, I'm always booling

Get ya' team wet just like y'all was Tooka

Spray yo' bitch just like my Uzi

Free Wop, bitch, I'm Gucci

Try to take my guap then bro will lose it

That Glock right there, I'ma pick it up, shoot it

Bro on the stove, he whipping somethin' up, yeah, that shit ready to go

This rap shit brought me to Cali, I found me a plug, send him coast-to-coast

I'm Cappin' right now, I'm Cappin' everywhere 'cause they just took my bro

They could lock me up for life for this shit, when I see the fuckboy, he get smoked


[Pre Chorus]

This chop' on my hip look like a guitar

I'm passing blunts like Bret Favre, I'm getting it at large

Wanna get a feat from me? Twenty bands what I charge

Gotta spend like a whole car

I'm flexing like I got arms


[Chorus]

I'm smoking on them moonrocks, feeling like I'm a Jedi

Feel like Han Solo, but I'm not gonna die

And now I'm riding 'round Chiraq, Benz sound like Jakku

And you just tryna get yo' stacks so I ain't even gon' knock you

What you look like? You ain't even know what you heard

Been getting that Suge Knight, run 'em right into the dirt

Gang getting that cook right, in the kitchen, always first

If you don't look right then everyone upping them .30s, .30s, .30s