(Ooh, MP) (Ayo, Chef) (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc) Yeah, I'm bangin' Scoom and nothin' else Spank his ass just like I was his father, I gave his ass the belt Catch a 4 and drench his ass, hope you can swim like Michael Phelps I did this shit all by myself, don't need no cosign or no help I got a box up on my gun, sometimes that bitch shoot by itself It's a ticket on his head, the next day, they found his ass nailed Give two fucks about a teacher, in third grade, you know I failed Made a ten way before ten, I got my name from crackin' Wells Too many times I slid on opps, I caught 'em and drenched 'em by myself Big Opp known for playin' ball, he got his name for layin' the belt Bitch, I can run up, get up close, or pull up from three just like I'm Steph Want smoke with us? That shit like cancer, you puff, it's fuckin' up your health I need a bitch that's thick and rachet, brown skin like Sexyy Red Don't want no feelings or no dates, she just like givin' up the head And you know we score on all the opps, we catch you lackin', get that chance Up this ten mill' with a switch and made a goofy-ass nigga dance Yeah, yeah Never love no bitch, you know I'm puttin' my heart up in this chopper You know they hate on Slick 'cause I probably fucked his bitch, have foenem pop you I fell in love with SRTs, TRX, Tracks, and Chargers And I know ten out of ten, this bitch'll smoke a helicopter And I know they hate Big Opp 'cause I send faces to the doctor Real big dog up in this shit, you little-ass boys should call me "Father" With this Draco, I got aim, I popped him, made his bitch ass holler Super fucked up in the head, I dropped out, I ain't no fuckin' scholar Time to slide, we outside huntin', I don't want no twenty, just all hundreds My lil' thick bitch super gangster, her Chanel purse hold my thumper I got thirty in that cutter, I'm 4CHK, on my mama Nigga, let's go dollar for dollar, yeah, I fell in love with buttons and choppers Yeah, I fell in love with buttons and choppers, I'll up it and swing it, hit you and your partner When I up the switch, know I'm swingin' this bitch, I'ma give you a whoopin' just like I'm your mama We spin back to back, he caught shot after shot Don't do back and forth, bitch, we ain't with the drama Don't fuck with the forks and I'm slammin' the rakes And I'm countin' the cake and gettin' to the commas, opps