[Intro]

Brrrah

Twin

Whop

(Drilltime, what you cookin', nigga?)

Whop

[Verse]

Whatchu' gon' do wit' that lil' ass fuckin' gun?

Bet' not try what yo' brother did, he died you better run

You better go to yo' OG's and try to get a better gun

But we smoke older niggas too, nigga, we don't give no fucks (Gang)

We'll red light a nigga, boy yo' ass better duck

Green Light, that's my lil' nigga, we be drillin' shit for fun

Take one of ours, we droppin' four nigga, we ain't goin' for nun

You got the same chain as er'body, that ain't no one on one

I'm only fuckin' with the gang 'cause all these pussy niggas' tellin'

Shut up bitch, before I slap yo' ass with that MAC-11

Yo' dawg snitched, but he got views, so yo' ass wanna spare 'em

Yo' dawg a bitch and you is too, nigga, y'all are twin sisters

Drilltime, turn the beat down, let me speak some facts

Told the police yo' dawg got a pole, whatchu call that?

They tried to say they ass lyin', fuck nigga you a rat

Speak on Leeke, then them bullets flyin', nigga, that's on Tap

Hold on Drilltime, let me talk my shit some fuckin more

Y'all niggas tellin' lies, but let's talk about the score

Last time I checked, y'all went down four

Ooh, bitch I mean five, cause the other just nigga died

Hell nah, I meant six, that nigga died in them 'partments

Hell nah, it's really seven, that nigga brother made it to heaven

Plus 8, that make eight, pussy nigga there's some more names

I'm really in the streets for real, y'all niggas tryna get fame

Watch what you sayin', 'cause we be shootin' for playin'

Then you hear about a green nigga on the front pages

You know you don't want no smoke for real, nigga, you ain't crazy

You know we comin' wit' them bullets straight soundin' like the Navy

Big glizzies over here, bitch, nah, no .380s

Big bitches over here, I don't want no skinny lady

Plan B's over here, nah, we ain't havin' babies

VVS's on the way, bitch, I be shinin' on these haters

(Drilltime, what you cookin', nigga?)

I ain't got no cape, I ain't savin' that bitch

His own momma even know Charles Jones is a bitch

Actin' like you ain't seen that paperwork, you know yo' dawg snitched

I be really drillin' shit, I just rap to talk shit

I'll rob a rapper nigga, pussy nigga, whatchu gon' do?

Keep a bug on my face, you never know what I'm goin' through

My dawg just popped a perc, but you knowin' that I'm on two

You run up on me crazy, pussy nigga, I'ma blow you

A-A-All these bitches love Whop Wit Dat Chop

Got yo' bitch eatin' dick like it's corn-on-the-cob

Don't DM me 'bout no bitch, pussy nigga gon' get popped

You'd rather beef 'bout hoe, but yo dawg just got dropped

[Outro]

Come on man, you know what the fuck goin' on, man

Whop Wit Dat Chop, brrr

Straight gang shit, no lame shit, nigga

Stay in yo' lane, bitch

(Drilltime, what you cookin', nigga?)

Gang, gang, gang, gang