[Intro]
I'm slidin' with these choppers, just me by myself
Lotta n***as be talkin', they really be cappers
I cannot beef with no rapper, they do too much typin'
I'm type to walk up and slap 'em
Smokin' on broccoli, shit taste like fruit
Fucked this bitch, she was foreign in LA, ask Al
Pull up on me, let's get active
My n***as 'bout action, no actin'
I'm just tryna ball, no waxin'

[Verse 1]
These choppers, just me by myself
Lotta n***as be talkin', they really be cappers
I cannot beef with no rapper, they do too much typin'
I'm type to walk up and slap 'em
Smokin' on broccoli, shit taste like fruit
Fucked this bitch, she was foreign in LA, ask Al
Pull up on me, let's get active
My n***as 'bout action, no actin'
I'm just tryna ball, no waxin'
Glock tucked, thirty stickin' out
I just walked out the bank with a large amount
Better not walk up on me on no funny shit
You lil' n***as my kids, you on punishment
Got so much guap, can't fit in my pants, man
What is you sayin', man?
Don't get too close, 'cause they might get to sprayin', man
Step like a band, man
Slidin' in a double-R, this ain't no Honda
Shots out that double-R, shit sound like thunder
Had to put the bitch out, she tried to slip off the condom
Ho, you ain't slick, I'm smooth like butter
Ice on, I'm in chill mode
Don't be watchin' these chains, they in kill mode
Got them racks in my jeans, but I ain't playin' tennis like Serena
Try to rob, chopper kickin' like speakers
Shout like the preacher
She got ass, she gon' shake it, she know it
I just bought a brand new toy
This Backwood hittin' like Floyd
Got a grown man bankroll, yours lil' boy
I'll never hate on a n***a, for what?
If you gettin' money, then that's great
N***as fake, that shit gay
Tryna come around like they straight
Knowin' damn well it ain't straight
[Interlude]
Knowin' damn well this shit fake
Knowin' damn well...
Knowin' damn well they can die, know what I'm sayin'?
N***as be really bitches out here, man
N***as get scared when we pull up (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
N***as get nervous, they pull out when we push up (Nah, for real, n***a)
Nah, for real, word, this shit so crazy

[Verse 2]
He postin' these guns that he never shot
I think he just use 'em for props
She gon' fuck any n***a that pop
That ho just a n***a, gotta give her her props
N***as know I'm a threat, they gon' piss me off
Can't be lackin' out here, they'll send you off
S 550, Dreek cashed out
But he ain't cash out, this shit ain't runnin' out
I can't fuck with you, you might run your mouth
Now I'm at your house tryna take you out
Man, these n***as bitches, they need tampons
Fuck these hoes, they cheat with the creep ons
We don't shoot shit less than a fifty
Shouts out to UConn, turn your car to a futon
Free Fredo, my n***a went federal, fed
He FaceTimed a n***a a few times
I was young as hell with that Glock
We was gettin' n***as' ass off the block
Poppin' up at every spot, you gettin' outta here
Brand new chopper, ain't shit changed (Nah)
[Outro]
Dee Mula