Choppa in here dumping, went from zero to a hundred
Make these bullets hit yo stomach, Choppa in here get to rumbling
And my money keep on doubling, I can't flex it out in public
Pull up on 'em they start running, ok, OJ that's my youngin'
I ain't worried 'bout the chatting, you ain't never take no action
Bitch, I'm loaded and I'm packing, choppa loaded get to clapping
Ok, wassup? Where's the static
I been grinding for that patek
I been balling, never passing and my mula is not average
I want beef, I want war
I'm a beast, dinosaur
I spit heat, pass the torch
I defeat, yes of course
F*ck with me, or my homies that's a double edged sword
Hit the street, in my whip and my Choppa kill for sport
I ain't really with that f*ck shit
My homies on that buff shit
They knock yo ass out, real quick, just with one fist
They could get us all, all it takes is just one snitch
F*ck about a law, you fight my homie I'm a jump in
You be on that op shit, my shooters on that hot shit
Hit you with the mop stick then leave you there to rot, bitch
Yeah, I'm from the projects, where we learn to be convicts
I pull up with that rocket, I see an op I launch it
Pull up with the carbon, use you as the target
I be with gorillas in the jungle like Tarzan
Run up in yo crib, I ain't even mean to barge in
Choppa blow yo top, if you thinking that you hard shit
Pull up with the macs out, leave 'em laying ass out
Chopper finna lash out, Pull up that's a man down
Pull up with that fan, 'lil buddy you get fanned out
Shawty got some fans but she like me 'cause I stand out
Empty out the clip, then I empty out that mans house
Got 'em pissed off, 'cause they know I got the bands now
All they see is me, when they open up they SoundCloud
Bitch, I need a fan 'cause you know I'm getting hot now
Choppa in here dumping, went from zero to a hundred
Make these bullets hit yo stomach, Choppa in here get to rumbling
And my money keep on doubling, I can't flex it out in public
Pull up on 'em they start running, ok, OJ that's my youngin'
I ain't worried 'bout the chatting, you ain't never take no action
Bitch, I'm loaded and I'm packing, choppa loaded get to clapping
Ok, wassup? Where's the static
I been grinding for that patek
I been balling, never passing and my mula is not average
I want beef, I want war
I'm a beast, dinosaur
I spit heat, pass the torch
I defeat, yes of course
F*ck with me, or my homies that's a double edged sword
Hit the street, in my whip and my Choppa kill for sport
Pull up on the ops block, Eli get the chop chop
Connected like a hot spot, diamonds playing hop scotch
All my shooters top notch, pull up he get Diddy bopped
Choppa burn like icy hot, my jewelry be some icy rocks
Guns in the trap, and we always Steppin' heavily
Pockets got fat, like they going through a pregnancy
Smokin' on some gas, like a hippie from the 70's
Saucing real hard, now yo bitch want my recipe
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Choppa in here dumping, went from zero to a hundred
Make these bullets hit yo stomach, Choppa in here get to rumbling
And my money keep on doubling, I can't flex it out in public
Pull up on 'em they start running, ok, OJ that's my youngin'
I ain't worried 'bout the chatting, you ain't never take no action
Bitch, I'm loaded and I'm packing, choppa loaded get to clapping
Ok, wassup? Where's the static
I been grinding for that patek
I been balling, never passing and my mula is not average
I want beef, I want war
I'm a beast, dinosaur
I spit heat, pass the torch
I defeat, yes of course
F*ck with me, or my homies that's a double edged sword
Hit the street, in my whip and my Choppa kill for sport
I ain't really with that f*ck shit
My homies on that buff shit
They knock yo ass out, real quick, just with one fist
They could get us all, all it takes is just one snitch
F*ck about a law, you fight my homie I'm a jump in
You be on that op shit, my shooters on that hot shit
Hit you with the mop stick then leave you there to rot, bitch
Yeah, I'm from the projects, where we learn to be convicts
I pull up with that rocket, I see an op I launch it
Pull up with the carbon, use you as the target
I be with gorillas in the jungle like Tarzan
Run up in yo crib, I ain't even mean to barge in
Choppa blow yo top, if you thinking that you hard shit
Pull up with the macs out, leave 'em laying ass out
Chopper finna lash out, Pull up that's a man down
Pull up with that fan, 'lil buddy you get fanned out
Shawty got some fans but she like me 'cause I stand out
Empty out the clip, then I empty out that mans house
Got 'em pissed off, 'cause they know I got the bands now
All they see is me, when they open up they SoundCloud
Bitch, I need a fan 'cause you know I'm getting hot now
Choppa in here dumping, went from zero to a hundred
Make these bullets hit yo stomach, Choppa in here get to rumbling
And my money keep on doubling, I can't flex it out in public
Pull up on 'em they start running, ok, OJ that's my youngin'
I ain't worried 'bout the chatting, you ain't never take no action
Bitch, I'm loaded and I'm packing, choppa loaded get to clapping
Ok, wassup? Where's the static
I been grinding for that patek
I been balling, never passing and my mula is not average
I want beef, I want war
I'm a beast, dinosaur
I spit heat, pass the torch
I defeat, yes of course
F*ck with me, or my homies that's a double edged sword
Hit the street, in my whip and my Choppa kill for sport
Pull up on the ops block, Eli get the chop chop
Connected like a hot spot, diamonds playing hop scotch
All my shooters top notch, pull up he get Diddy bopped
Choppa burn like icy hot, my jewelry be some icy rocks
Guns in the trap, and we always Steppin' heavily
Pockets got fat, like they going through a pregnancy
Smokin' on some gas, like a hippie from the 70's
Saucing real hard, now yo bitch want my recipe
Make these bullets hit yo stomach, Choppa in here get to rumbling
And my money keep on doubling, I can't flex it out in public
Pull up on 'em they start running, ok, OJ that's my youngin'
I ain't worried 'bout the chatting, you ain't never take no action
Bitch, I'm loaded and I'm packing, choppa loaded get to clapping
Ok, wassup? Where's the static
I been grinding for that patek
I been balling, never passing and my mula is not average
I want beef, I want war
I'm a beast, dinosaur
I spit heat, pass the torch
I defeat, yes of course
F*ck with me, or my homies that's a double edged sword
Hit the street, in my whip and my Choppa kill for sport
I ain't really with that f*ck shit
My homies on that buff shit
They knock yo ass out, real quick, just with one fist
They could get us all, all it takes is just one snitch
F*ck about a law, you fight my homie I'm a jump in
You be on that op shit, my shooters on that hot shit
Hit you with the mop stick then leave you there to rot, bitch
Yeah, I'm from the projects, where we learn to be convicts
I pull up with that rocket, I see an op I launch it
Pull up with the carbon, use you as the target
I be with gorillas in the jungle like Tarzan
Run up in yo crib, I ain't even mean to barge in
Choppa blow yo top, if you thinking that you hard shit
Pull up with the macs out, leave 'em laying ass out
Chopper finna lash out, Pull up that's a man down
Pull up with that fan, 'lil buddy you get fanned out
Shawty got some fans but she like me 'cause I stand out
Empty out the clip, then I empty out that mans house
Got 'em pissed off, 'cause they know I got the bands now
All they see is me, when they open up they SoundCloud
Bitch, I need a fan 'cause you know I'm getting hot now
Choppa in here dumping, went from zero to a hundred
Make these bullets hit yo stomach, Choppa in here get to rumbling
And my money keep on doubling, I can't flex it out in public
Pull up on 'em they start running, ok, OJ that's my youngin'
I ain't worried 'bout the chatting, you ain't never take no action
Bitch, I'm loaded and I'm packing, choppa loaded get to clapping
Ok, wassup? Where's the static
I been grinding for that patek
I been balling, never passing and my mula is not average
I want beef, I want war
I'm a beast, dinosaur
I spit heat, pass the torch
I defeat, yes of course
F*ck with me, or my homies that's a double edged sword
Hit the street, in my whip and my Choppa kill for sport
Pull up on the ops block, Eli get the chop chop
Connected like a hot spot, diamonds playing hop scotch
All my shooters top notch, pull up he get Diddy bopped
Choppa burn like icy hot, my jewelry be some icy rocks
Guns in the trap, and we always Steppin' heavily
Pockets got fat, like they going through a pregnancy
Smokin' on some gas, like a hippie from the 70's
Saucing real hard, now yo bitch want my recipe
Writer: Enrique Hernandez
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