Lyrics:
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon'
here
I'm supposed to be hard
Hardened by the shit that set me apart
But still I cope with the bars
One glass half full and I'm drinking it slow
Yeah, ay
Big for now
It's a check
I got the chopper, yeah, ay, ay, ay
I got the chopper, it sing like opera, I make it swoon the bitch
They
a boss, got the power
Young Nola out here thugging with a big ole chopper
I'm a, I'm a go and kill his mama
Yeah, young Nola got a chopper
What, what,
and Uncle face
Big Mello, geto Boyz, tobe, J.prince, zro and trae
Paul Wall, Big Pokey, Fat Pat, swisha House, Blackie and Beyonce
I just named a few from
[Big Pokey]
You're trippin' me out, sho' nuff
When you stroll up, you make niggas fold up
Hold up, I been peepin' your ways
Plus the pedal
and verbs
You just stumble over your words
So in love with my shit
They save it in pampers
The only pull ups be the drive by
When I pull up then pull out
I think they mad cause I'm relevant
Big choppers put holes in elephants
I got a bad bitch and she's elegant
Bet a hundred thousand that bitch
with that
I wish Uncle Al, BIG, and Pac bring us back
Cook coke chopped crack ain't
Longer stop that rep your shit
Lemme see exactly where you blocks
and talking down?
Can't you see I am the big man? (Big man)
God level I am the I am (whoa)
Now film it with that drone cam
In the pink like Killa Cam
Put
(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
just business, no disrespect intended
To he who feel offended, a beatdown cannot be prevented
Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee
as the chopper soars
My battalion, we go to war!
Decieved by their words
Decieved by their ways
Haunted by The Huey's roar
Forevermore
The barking of guns
Rolls
just business, no disrespect intended
To he who feel offended, a beatdown cannot be prevented
Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't
Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gangway (Offset)
I gotta tell the truth
I was expected
Tell them it's a block thing
Murder murder, murder murder
Niggas run up on this red '64
You get a white tag on your big toe
These ain't punch
ass by pushin mute
Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot)
I got dog poop crank yes I pollute
Leave the whole block fully unrecouped
I'm like
get rich
What you think I’ma get?
We got that pump in that chopper
We got the tech in that sweeper
We got that Ruger that Mac
I call it my bitch nigga
éses that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big Whos and Day
though what he did was kinda
It's bigger than us and let's not remind her (big)
We together, nigga, get the chopper (rraow)
Dark nights, I can't
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