[Verse 1]
Ain't lil Wayne but
My goons steady mobbin
Just call me Batman cuz
I'm wit da robbin
Ski masks in August
My n***as we ballin
I up this choppa
It's aimed at your noggin

Bruce Lee or somethin
I keep me a choppa
My bars is hot lava
I needa get my guap up
Don't want yo hoe man
She look like Chewbacca
Or a chupabara
I might gotta block her

My gun go bow
I call that Waka flacka
Don't talk to no opper
Don't speak to no copper
I'm poppin n***as
Orville Redenbacher
Wit all my n***as
We kick it like soccer

Outside yo house
In the grass like a stalker
How yo chain gold
If that thing look like copper
I got the beef
I ain't talking about whoppers
I kidnap your daughter
U try me get slaughtered

Boy gotta plot
Just to come at me proper
Knock yo top off
Like I am a barber
In yo grass wit the clips
Like a gardener
Keep a vest on me
Under armor
How you ballin boy
You not a starter
I only sip on Fiji water
Turn yo block to Pearl Harbor
Tjdizzlesno go harder
N***as get wet
Like they crossing the border
You want my girl
But you can not afford her
You is the type to start fights
Over quarters
My n***as bust guns
It be soundin like mortars

N***as try me
That's when n***as get stuck
I got ice, hockey puck
Boy do not test yo luck
Pull up in a truck wit it tucked
If a n***a act tough
Then I'm gon get to sparkin it up

Run up on em he get snuck
Baby I let da choppah
Hit em for a buck
N***as tweakin... wassup
I ain't talkin candles
Light you up
Jump out the gym
I got bunnies, no bugs
Diamond my teeth
I don't want me no slugs
Rock with lil flash
He be showin me love
I don't rock with these hoes
They be off of them drugs

I got bars
No jail
Keep da heat
Like hell
Like a beach
Got shells
N***as snitchin
Made bail

Whippin in kitchens
My wrist it be glistenin
All these blue hundreds
You'd think that im crippin
My money stack tall
So these n***as is snitchin
I pull up like birdman
You done or you finished
Got 30 like Pippin
I shoot I ain't missin

Ridin down yo block
Wit a choppah I'm with it
Shoot yo head and split it
I'm stackin up digits
My gun got a clip
That's as tall as a midget

In all white and fly
You can call me a pigeon
Gang members in numbers
They lookin like minions
You askin for money
I give you a smidgen
Then charge you some interest
My diamond like lemons

I'm ridin with my Migos, my people
We tote desert eagles
They lethal I'm beachfront
Like seagulls
I'm totin these guns
But these bullets illegal
Imported from China
Get burnt up like diesel
Get sliced like tomatoes
I'm hot like volcanoes
I stretch work like playdough
I'm all about pesos
I come from the jungle
Like gogo Diego
And I'm in the field
Call me Jose Canseco

I'm whippin that yayo
It look like Alfredo
And my n***as ballin
So you know I'm bueno
I whip it then flip it
Then spread it like mayo
And I got a choppah
It sing just like J-Lo

You know how we rock
Don't get popped
I got Glocks, I got ice
And it shine
It be up on my watch
I be posted on blocks
Sendin shots at the ops
Ridin round with the mops
I got bars like bookshops
We got guns we don't box
I'm like swiper the fox
When I'm up on yo block
And I'm totin my Glock
And you know how I rock
Gotta pistol pop
And it gotta red beam
So it looks like Cyclops

Boy I went from trapping to rapping
Im still pistol packin with kap kliff
Cuz he bout that fashion
And I’m about that action
Margielas I'm cappin
If n***as run up on me you know I’m clappin

I don’t do no features
I flex on my teachers
My tracks bumpin speakers
I ball you in bleachers
Yo hoe she a tweaker
I know that you need her
We pull up in masks looking like we some ski'erz

Ride through like pope
And I’m givin out smoke
And my n***as sell coke
And police at my throat
Cuz they think I sell dope
When I look through my scope
I can see that you n***as is hoes

[Chorus]
ChinaTown ChinaTown
Watch out for the opps gotta move around
On folks nem you won’t see me with a clown
N***as sneak diss got gunned down (X2)


[Verse 2]
You savin these hoes
I should get you a cape
Kick a hoe in the face
No I ain’t Kevin gates
Eatin good need a plate
Like a birthday got cake
I might slide through yo block
Like the planet of apes
I need a life sentence
I got all these bars
N***as pull up and
They gon hop up out the car
Boy imma king
Don’t wanna pull my card
Look like I got pistols
Attached to my arms

Boy you so sweet that you got diabetes
My n***as they greedy pull up leave you bleedin
Riding down yo block with my pistol I’m speedin
Treat my gun like Michael Jackson, I just beat it