(Yeah)

Choppa with me in the booth

Two twin berretas

I got my muhfuckin’ cheque up (buh)

My niggas shoot from the neck up

Yo' shawty give me goose neck

I can buy your wrist for a fuckin’ blue check

I'm shining, rip a nigga ear off, Mike Tyson

All you pussy on dick, quit riding

(Fah, fah) that is the sound of my choppa (brrr)

You wanna fight bitch, que pasa?

She my companion like Bossa

She gon' talk mad upon a nigga

I pull up I got a gat, I’m catchin' you with a scope, huh

Imma pull up nigga, a hunnid' up with these bitches

I run for the cash and now he broke, huh, (yeah) yeah

Yeah, now I done stayed on my shit

We been up, bitch we grown quick

Yo' shit suck, you should go quit

Up the chop it’s a whole clip

He gon' ask "where’s my bitch?"

Prolly' with the gang, she up on my dick (she up on my dick)

M16 hit his eyris

Rick on the jeans, this a a nice fit

Verse 2: MBRK

Broke nigga up on benefits

Yo bitch listen to my rhetoric

Shawty smart know I'm heaven sent

Not finna fuck if she smoking nic

Can't take it from me fumi no kick

Uppin the Glock brodie finna twitch

Bullets streamin to his neck get clipped

I put a bitch nigga in a zip, smoke it

Ip man know my hands potent

Not a nigga nah you a black token

Got my ricks kicked up on your back sofa

Can't cuff a hoe if she poppin xans

I gave you the blueprint mad hova

I'ma peep your dm its a bad open

Put him in the stars like a movie poster

I get jiggy wit it hit my dance

Hah yeyah hoe I dont want that

It ain't no contest

Pick up the drum, making him run track

No I ain't done, pin him with thumbtacks

Holdin a gun, no he won't pump that

Fuckin her slow but she finna cum fast

Knockin yo bro, you still wouldn't up that

Do him like a plate, cus he getting cut back

AHHH K PROTRUDE I GRIP, AIM THE DEUCE AND HIT

SPLAT HIS BRAIN AND SHIT, I COULD NEVER TRIP

BULLETS FINNA PISS IF HE UP ON DICK

UP THE SCOPE AND CLICK, IMA HIT A CRIT

RIGHT IN YO VERTEBRAE

SHE WANNA SUCK ON ME

HE STEADY FUMBLING WHILE IM UP GETTING GUAP

Verse 3: JustViGi

He thinkin he sneako he starting a fight

Bitch, you already lost

I got designer on me 7 figures

You know that's how much it cost

Mike Tyson my choppa, it kick back

Yo bitch she ain't hit back

I wonder why?

Pull up with a semi, but we fully packing

Go ask that boy Zai

I gotta Glock, it touchin my thigh

Pull up with a tech he forgettin the .9

He pull up wit his sqaud, he marching

I guess that boy forgot to read the sign

I'm gon' pull up with MAC

I ain't talkin computer bitch get back

Shoot a shot it go right back

TAA that boy thinkin he a right back