[Intro]
Brr, aye, aye
Let's get it, yuh
Aye, aye, aye

[Verse 1]
Choppa got kick, and it's rippin' like a sword though
I'mma face fuck her, and I leave her with a sore throat
I was boutta fuck her up, but she a whore though
She be on the molly, she need one more dose
Ballin' like Iverson, home court, free throw
Hit another layup, like I'm Kobe, from deep-o
Pulled up on his block, shoot a n***a through his peep hole
Swish from half court, hit it like Steve-O

[Chorus]
I keep the strap, 'cuz I'm strapped, up
I smoke that gas, I'm so gassed, up
When I pulled up, then you backed, up
I count my stacks, got my racks, up
I keep the strap, 'cuz I'm strapped, up
I smoke that gas, I'm so gassed, up
When I pulled up, then you backed, up
I count my stacks, got my racks, up

[Verse 2]
Let me whip a brick, and I'll show you who the fuckin' boss
I treat my hoes like my Glocks, they is throwaways, I fuck and toss
Maison Margiela I rock, bitch I'm flexed up with Rick Ross
I'm runnin' round with a chop, if you test me then I'm sending shots
I'm off twenty bars, a hundred racks up out my fanny pack
I pulled out my choppa, now all y'all pussies standing back
Pop a hundred addy, out the ghost, run it, and relapse
I'm off twenty bars, a hundred racks up out my fanny pack