[Chorus]
Got black choppa up
Wait, these indon opps
Fuck with choppa choir
I make that indon popped
I make eleven tone
These mac eleven sing
I'm trappin with my phone
Then geekin with the lean

[VERSE]
I make this choppa sing
I make this bitches sing
I lick her till her clean
When i'm off the lean
When I'm off the bean
Flex this dollar bill
All my bullets kill
I make yo bitches ill
All this money real
Look at what I steal
I know how you feel
I know you ain't real
Don't fuck with these hoes
Don't geek with these hoes
I know she got a man
I smoke em with this pole
30. With a red dot I aim it at his nose
All these indon got no stats, that's why I make em closed
All these bitches tryna click cause I hangin with the plug
I make em smoke these big joint, I make these bitches froze
[Chorus]
Got black choppa up
Wait, these indon opps
Fuck with choppa choir
I make that indon popped
I make eleven tone
These mac eleven sing
I'm trappin with my phone
Then geekin with the lean

[VERSE]
Run up on me, you ain't runnin, you gon' choke
Tryna play me with my bitch, I make you float
Yeah, bitch, you gon run, but you gon' runnin' as a ghost
Cause now I got my choppa, pop this choppa through your throat
Lemme count my fuckin stash when I'm off the bank
Close and lock the door so I chill smokin' on this stain
I ain't workin' but I still make all this money rain
I ain't flex but you gon' see these gold right on my chain
All this henny lookin fresh, let's do a sesh
Got this choppa singin loud, let's do the dash
Look at all these dumb indon, he did speed and crash
But I cop his fuckin thot, we geekin then I smash

[Chorus]
Got black choppa up
Wait, these indon opps
Fuck with choppa choir
I make that indon popped
I make eleven tone
These mac eleven sing
I'm trappin with my phone
Then geekin with the lean