U ain't got a chopper, don't come to the ghetto

Niggas got choppers with clips and curves in them

Knock your ass off

Knock knock your ass off

All the money in the world ain't gonna save you black

Play with me, your mammie's gonna have a heart attack

It's really real. It really is! I really will kill (x2)

Your little dick riding goons, they gon fall back

They'll be screaming DCF, before it's over jack

Yep, get 'em, get 'em nussie

I'm known to get the job done, complements of my gun

I don't believe ya bitch untill you kill something

So don't talk to me untill you kill something

I'll have you dressed in all black

In a church, front row, wondering did I do that

RIP you next, fuck all y'all

Kill the head, and the body's gonna fall, fall

I'm a gangster mother fucker, I spank mother fucker, till I stank em motherfucker

My ears to the street and that's a known fact

Suck my dick, put a hit on that (nussie!)

U ain't got a chopper, don't come to the ghetto

Niggas got choppers with clips and curves in them

Knock your ass off

Knock knock your ass off

No gimmicks, no games when I aim

And when I blast, I be trying to kill your ass

With a chopper, you ain't got to be straight

I'm bound to hit something, most likely your face

Horizontal they twisting and turning

Hot bullets to your spine, they burning (oh yeah)

Chunks of meat all over the street

I call to get the job done, complements of my gun

Choppers with clips and curves in 'em

Mister go and get 'em, I'm guaranteed to split 'em

Get 'em, get 'em nussie

Fuck 'em in their pussy

And I ain't satisfied untill you're on the stretcher

I swear to god, oh, I'mma bet you, I'mma get you

U ain't got a chopper, don't come to the ghetto

Niggas got choppers with clips and curves in them

Knock your ass off

Knock knock your ass off