I'm in the booth with a Glock.23 AR15 Choppa make a nigga scene What you say Chop? Yeah yeah, NLE shit, bitch Yeah yeah yeah Fuck it, bitch I'm thuggin The Glock I'm tuckin Up it, I knock your muffin End of discussion I don't do no fuckin cuffin I fucked her cousin She said that my dick is lovely I think she love me Hit him with a Drake, I ain't talkin bout Aubrey You sayin you a killer Lil nigga, you flagin And just like the Pizza, I want me some topping And if it's a problem, you know Imma solve it Bust through your shit, bitch I'm ready to drill And just like a ghost, I give you the chills Bitch I'm deep in the water, they call me a seal He was speakin on me, somehow he got killed I'm like "who?" I be goin coo I might have to rob you Pull up where that nigga work Shoot him through the drive-through And don't speak up on my name, nigga, I advise you I'll put a bullet through yo head right between yo fuckin eyes, fool I got a tool on me, handy mandy, that bitch dandy Just like a squirrel, bitch I want me a nut, just call me Sandy On Halloween I was robbin the kids for their candy Now I grew up hittin licks, and these niggas they can't stand me Drop top Chop, bitch I knock back tops I broke a bitch spinal cord when I gave her back-shots I put a nigga on Fox Just if he talkin to the cops "Choppa, how many bodies you got?" -Bitch, I got a lot I put the perc up in my Henny, so you know I'm gettin silly I'll leave yo body in the old town road just like I'm Billy And bitch, I'm Gucci'ed down now, a nigga used to shop at Tennis And all these pamper ass hoes really out here feelin shitty, yeah yeah That's how you feel I'm on the block with the steel I'm in the club and I'm runnin these hoes, this shit feel like is track and field If you talkin bout this crippin shit homie, I been doin this shit for years What's the price, homie? All this ice on me This shit got me up on chills Ridin through your city with your bitch, get my dick sucked Bank account on Antetokounmpo, we gettin' big bucks Big Ben chain, I ain't never get my shit tucked I heard these niggas talkin smoke, well, bitch you know this shit up Before I work it out with a bitch, I do a sit-up .40 to his mouth, I gun hin down now he can't get up I heard the opps talkin, I know how to close they lips up This shit get personal, I put his momma in the pick-ups .40 on my side, choppa on the left of me Please don't judge me, all this weed and beef get the best of me Heard you got a stock of bad bitches, but yo bitch chubby I can be the ugliest nigga in the room, your bitch will still fuck me I heard you got no cash, you on a low budget You payin for that ass, you got a whole budget You get into it with your hoe because your hoe buggin I teach that bitch a little Pilates, how her toe touchin