[Intro: Cloud Atrium]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh
Fuck these bitches, these bitches
Hand me my chopper right now
Fuck these bitches, these bitches
Gi-gimme my chopper right now
Hell yeah (Yeah!)
Hell yeah
Gimme my chopper right now
Hell yeah (Yeah! You gon' make me do it)
Hell yeah (You gon' make me do it)
Hell yeah (No lie)
Hell yeah (No lie)
Gimme my chopper right now (You gon' make me do it)
(You gon' make me do it)
(No lie) Hell yeah (No lie)
Gimme (No lie) my chopper right now (No lie) (Yeah!)

[Verse 1: Khary]
Uhhh, I'ma need my chopper
Uhhh, you gon' need a doctor
Yah, yah, make your block hot
I'ma dead 'em all, if they askin' for a problem (Yeah!)
I got golden nuggets in my noggin
I been hittin' buckets like a leak, leak
Basic bitches, Sesame to street
I ain't losin' sleep, for a freak a leak, lake (Yeah!)
Sodomy, asshole tendencies
Would you leave? Rest in peace, you deceased
Call the priest, call the morgue, tag the feet
Draw the sheet, I'ma cremate the body
Blame the Xans, blame it on the Molly
Shorty like to party, she a carbon-copy
Used to cut 'em off, now I get my shottie
Only hit 'em up for the sloppy-toppy
I get the feelin' you diggin' for gold, yeah, yeah
You must be thinkin' I'm bringing you home, yeah, yeah
You must be dealin' with n***as that don't got no love for their sisters
I got a good model for women and you gettin' no play
I hope you find someone
That treats you like the
Piece of shit you are
(Are)
You took this too far
Now there's no goin' back, sorry, not sorry
Sorry, not Khary, got the wrong number
Better call Maury, baby's not mine
I ain't fallin' for it, learned from Michael Jackson
Thought I was in love, it was shootin' practice
Fuckin' on your mattress, see the patterns
Starin' at the ceiling, written on the walls (Yeah!)
I was in my feels, I was too involved
Through the hula hoop, for forbidden fruit loops
Stoop kid should've stayed on the stoop
Now these bitches make me load the gun and shoot
I don't even like the use of the word
My defense mechanism wouldn't hurt
Used to get curved, now I do the curvin'
We're all just afraid to be vulnerable (Yeah!)
[Verse 2: Cloud Atrium]
Yes, I'm speakin' 'bout you bitches' hatin
If you get a minute, you can mind your business
Homie, he ain't even have the invitation
Now I do the tweetin', we can send locations
Fuck 'em, focus on the innovation
Livin' out the dreams that I'm precipitatin'
If this is the Matrix, I see many agents
I can't run away, I just had to face it
Woah! (Had to face it)
[?], shut the fuck up
That don't look like culture, I see blood-suck
All these parasites and paradise, fucked up
Really, what you gonna do? What? What?
When you see me where I said I'd be
No it wasn't love, yeah, I'm smokin' kush
Yeah, I'm in the cut, yeah, I'm in the flesh (Yeah!)
Don't you get it fucked up (Don't you get it fucked up)
Reality checkin' on me with these checks (Checks)
Gimme my chopper, like, come correct (rect)
You haters contagious, no, I won't get sick (*cough, cough, cough*, yeah!)
You keep that talkin', need water on wrist (Wrist)
He at the club, but he ain't pay the rent (Rent!)
Said I was blind, n***a, I'm on some shit (Shit, shit, shit)
This is a level-up, that's what I meant, meant, meant, meant, meant! (Uh, yeah!)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh) I don't care who don't see the vision (Vision)
But you will come proper right now (Proper right now, now, right now)
I know we all need some forgiveness (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
But I had to let off these rounds (Rounds!)
I think we feel how we sound (Sound!)
Communication get wild (Wild! Wild)
I think we all feelin' down
Maskin' the pain of the now (Yeah!)