[Chorus: Mango Foo]
Nigga die-hard soldiers, you better not come over
Nigga try, then he die, like Lil Flip, game is over
Got the rocket on me, no holster
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Got the oven on me, I'll toast you
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia
Clap-clap, clap, clap clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, in the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Clap-clap, clap, clap-clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, make that chopper clap like Magnolia
[Verse 1: Mango Foo]
Chopper clappin', give a round of applause
We ain't playin', kill 'em all
I'm super drippy from my head to my drawers
I be spillin' all the sauce
I'm futuristic, lit like Nas
I'm trappin', servin' Milonakis
Yes I'm servin' all the narcs
Yellow diamonds, no Bart
Pulled up in a push start
It's the same color as Pop-Tart
Send a load like a go-cart
Hit the gas, give a little more spark
I can't draw no arc but I paint a picture like Mozart
And I don't play with no darts
When I shoot, niggas losin' body parts
Yeah, I'm back to poppin' that shit again
Smokin' more than a chimney
We thirty deep in the minivan
I done got back on my feet again
Told these niggas ain't playin' no more
Bitch I been ballin' like Amber Rose
This stick gon' blow like a candle blow
Get lit, hit up from the head to toe
You roody-poo, you snooze, you lose
You should've had your tool
I aim at him, I aim at you
I'm tryna hit the crew
Big sticks, bamboo
Takin' shots, Manu
Big Glock, yes I'm known to walk around with a few
You a shooter but you never ever ever gon' shoot
How you gon' slide and you ain't never ever went on no move?
I'm sick and tired of all these niggas sayin' what they gon' do
I'm hearin' rumors sayin' they tryna get me for my jewels
[Chorus: Mango Foo]
Nigga die-hard soldiers, you better not come over
Nigga try, then he die, like Lil Flip, game is over
Got the rocket on me, no holster
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Got the oven on me, I'll toast you
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia
Clap-clap, clap, clap clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, in the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Clap-clap, clap, clap-clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, make that chopper clap like Magnolia
[Verse 2: Lil Harold]
Bitch we love to trap, got that forty on my lap
Play around, get your ass whacked, play around, get your ass stamped
Nigga we don't do no lackin', nigga we don't do no cappin'
21 Gang, we taxin', fox Five Gang get active
Put a nigga on the news, fuck nigga bound to lose
Pull up on Mango Foo, he gon' clap you too
Spent one-thirty on that coupe, and it all my jewels
Pistol gon' clap in the day time, have your bitch on FaceTime
Time is money, don't waste mine, pourin' up Tech, I'm up four lines
Nigga we don't fuck with your kind
Y'all niggas soft, y'all too kind
Street nigga, real nigga, fuck with me, yeah yeah
You niggas, ain't 'bout, shit, yeah yeah
Ain't cuffin' no bitch, we too, player player
Hop out, dirty stick, whole lotta, shells shells
21 shootin' at 12, nigga we ain't takin' no L's
Shoot a nigga through a dope bale
4L gang, no tellin'
[Chorus: Mango Foo]
Nigga die-hard soldiers, you better not come over
Nigga try, then he die, like Lil Flip, game is over
Got the rocket on me, no holster
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Got the oven on me, I'll toast you
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia
Clap-clap, clap, clap clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, in the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Clap-clap, clap, clap-clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, make that chopper clap like Magnolia