Lyrics:
I got people who hate me
But i'll fuck her friends with my brand new rollie
She do the coke but she dont do molly
Chopper shoot glah glah you dont
Every week switch the paint, that's the baller code
Chopper, chopper, chopper, chopper
Sneeze, wipe his nose (Dro)
Pop it, get cheddar
Stupid ice
Nigga I’m pulling up with a 40 on my hip
I got a chopper in the back wit a red dot
We ain’t worried bout a opp tell em don’t try it
If a nigga
Look, look, look, bending blocks by my lone
I ain't dumb, yeah, I'm making it home
Trying to get rich, take a trip out the rome
Boy talking hot
Call Me (Just Call Me) When You Need Me (Whenever You Need Me)
For You I'll Let The Chopper Spray
Call Me (Just Call Me) When You Need Me
Yeah
(Yeah yeah)
It's Dolph, Migos
Drop that sack off, drop them racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
We know you real soft,
look at my pink
(Thots every week)
Look at my (thots every week)
Pass by the Lambo, bitch can't breathe, ooh
Ooh please, diamonds sick, I sneeze (achoo)
I'm racking up cash
Driving that Wraith real fast
Think I'm bout to crash
Hey, failure just another reason to try my brother
That racist shit is sick
we are going
to be playing you an amazing project that is well crafted by these young individuals
known as YDIE, all right
And the name of the project
First off I'm a muthafuckin'
G-en-er-al word to the cake shells
In this chopper will pop em
Make it sound like a helli-choppers land on top
I got a pill problem
Damn
Damn
I got a pill problem
I got a real problem
I got real niggas still calling
White House white chopper
Dead niggas
3
I don't fear you
I get that bag like a Birkin you know that I'm working you play with my bread I'm a kill you
Chop by my side hell nah I don't fear
your ass
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the O niggas just mean mug
I'm
This real talk type shit, I swear to God
We just don't call this shit drink, you know I'm sayin'?
Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch,
I'm a rich nigga like I don't know
I can change if I wanna, but I won't though
Do it right even when I'm on the wrong road
Real talk from the heart
to feed my mama
Runnin' my city with a dirty ass chopper
Me and twin choppers, he ran up with shawty
We was at the house, countin' 80K large
Real deal
Spark come out of the switch, 4th of July (frrt)
Diamonds sluggin', I'm back to my old ways (ayy)
Tinted Phantom gettin' chauffeured by Jose (skrrt)
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
having these whales for real (Yeah)
Finna get cut
A little bad vibes and we just
Gon' take a lil' trip
I did that shit by myself
I stacked up wealth, for
shotgun, probably be your wife in it
Hustle year round nothing come in front of that
Rap real estate and work, I can make a ton with that
Pay me in
I den been through the real
I den been through the pain hmmm
I been through the real I been through the real
And I den been through the pain hmmm
I
(Haha)
(Yea)
(Yea)
(Myz you play too much)
Laid back just look at the view
Got em' licking off the plate, real chef in the booth (Yea)
Boutta serve
they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get high
Cross me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get fried
All the real niggas on this
the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It's real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it's hot
Fuck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch,
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