Lyrics:
a dream of a Audemars and Rolex watch on both arms (both arms) (Big 30)
Couldn't choose, I don't live by the rules, so I bust down both of 'em (both
guala you can't be my partner
No plan b making noise like a chopper
Big Bands calling on me
Only fans yeah she on it
Big Bands calling on me
Only fans
the Glock out (Stick the Glock out)
This chopper got a AMP, I'ma rock out (I'ma rock out)
When it's time for smoke, they gon' cop out (They gon' cop out)
the team
I got Madella, rock Magellas, yeah it's Designer jeans
But I pull up with choppers, leave a mess, we gon' clean the scene
I was out thugging with
black, ready to get a nigga for some yay,
Playin with heavy weight, i'mma end ( ? )
Don't hesistate, better play it cool, shipe
I'm up the big two,
(WhatItDoFlip)
Bitch, I walk with a slight dub (a dub)
That shit he showin' on the 'Gram, that ain't even his, that's his plug (that's your big
(serve)
I got the molly and percocets serve em (serve)
Big bills, big wave (big bills)
Cook it up, soufflé (cook it up)
Beat it up, by Quay (beat it up)
real
Rocket got them pints, nah for real
Tryna pop me a motherfucking seal
Big dripping, pussy nigga, real spill
Keep a chopper by my side, a big
I'm surrounded by gang members, drug dealers
And drug users
So who am I supposed to run to?
I just went and bought a
Chopper with a hundred-round
much money with no issues
Know what I'm sayin'?
You never seen this many big dawgs come together, nigga
Yeah
Extortion still exists (yeah)
tell by how long
It takes when you're typing
Done with these games, bae
I'm done with the fighting
Put it on his head like a bolo
Chopper put
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
doin' drive-bys man we do a pull up
The nigga on the passenger side automatically die
From several gunshot wounds to the head
On the scene he dead Chopper
put your boy name on a stone
I dissed the dead and I know I was wrong
But I'm shooting like DaBaby, they break in my home
Chopper so close that I'm
spare tires
Chopper round shots fired,
Nigga flatlines zip came to it and keep the powder savoral.
Drive bys on dirt bike with Meek Milli O.
Crow rock
spare tires
Chopper round shots fired,
Nigga flatlines zip came to it and keep the powder savoral.
Drive bys on dirt bike with Meek Milli O.
Crow rock
Nigga, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the way from them niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)
They ain't have no
On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin me moist
Givin me head while she hummin, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
getting our cake up
My girl fine no makeup hit the strip Fresh tape up amnesia when I wake Up I don't play by the paper good Kush when I wake up fit sharp
Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree
And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me
They gon' have to take me straight to Satan
on accordance
You get clapped by this audience
I always paid attention
Cause it don't really cost much
Maybe only just your life
Them Choppers be popping like
My life is a mess, naah better yet it's a test
I snatched the chopper from the coppers then put on my vest
Life's a baseball game out west
Oh yes,
dumb with these heaters aye- ok
That chill in the head gave him fevers
Not playing we spray at your beamer
(Skrrt) That
Chopper gonna make em
jumped in these streets and I earned my damn stripe
Nigga I don't rock Adidas
Hollowtips hop out that muffuckin' chopper
Shootin' shit up by my people
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