As you already know, the assassin's bullet came within a quarter of an inch of taking my life
I know you're talking shit about me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm not running from my problems, not today
We might have a fallout, it don't matter, cause we aight today
It's hard for me to be present, I already got plans for next Saturday
I fall in love too easily, no wonder these bitches keep hurting me
My mama yelling at me, says I got no sense of urgency
The shawty that I'm talking to gon' probably be the death of me
Don't mistake me for no number two, just cause I be the shit, oh please
Buncha chum bucket niggas coming at me for the recipe, like prrr
What your chopper sound like? what it say
(prr, prr)
What your chopper sound like? what it say
(pow, pow)
What your chopper sound like? what it say
(prr, prr)
What your chopper sound like?
(pow, pow, pow)
What your chopper sound like?
You know I that I rhyme tight
They like, "Merc you still alive?"
Bitch, I'm Frankenstein aight?
Dodge the drama, phone on flight
I don't f*ck with all that hype
Keep it grounded with my niggas
We ain't getting high tonight
(prr, prr)
That's the clip
What it sound like when you get hit
Donald Trumpin' in this bitch
Make you niggas go night and night
What your chopper sound like? what it say
(prr, prr)
What your chopper sound like? what it say
(pow, pow)
What your chopper sound like? what it say
(prr, prr)
What your chopper sound like?
(pow, pow, pow)