[Verse 1: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
Turn your block to a warzone, but bitch, it ain't no fuckin' game
I'm 187, KuKu Gang, A.T.R, and Jumpout Gang
N***a know what Whoppa bang
My n***as bald, Major Payne
My n***as call, I bang that K
Scope on the gun, I might shoot you from a block away
I can't take Kshordy serious, that's like the stripper off of GTA
Pull up on a n***a block, lookin' like I'm J.E.A
Got the drop on the opps, now me and Dot slidin' through the A, aye (Rrrrrah)
Tell them crackers free my n***a Spinz (Spin)
They know that we get it in, that's my murder twin (Murder twin)
Yeah, we done spin so much, need a sponsor from Benz
Hit him from the knees up, he'll never walk again

[Verse 2: Jdot Breezy]
I got black Forces on, you better get the fuck back
I ball like Petey, I'm not Teki at the trap
Your bitch wanna еat it, I don't want it 'cause it's bare
I'm 100, n***a, I'm lyin', that bitch face in my lap
Push up on him with that (Uh), that's whеn (Mmm) got clapped
Mookie ain't waking back up, throw in the towel, it's a wrap
Heard Rod K was tapped, then he got his ass tapped
Gang clap n***as, but damn, Bibby got over-clapped
Kick a n***a in his shit for playin' with me
Why you tryna make me cuff, when you let my mans hit it?
Sit him down with this Drac', I can't really stand n***as
Trey D had his pole, but his scary-ass ran with it
Damn, Dot, why you goin'? 'Cause these fuck n***as lyin'
When we in the city, all these pussy n***as do is hide
Then get on Instagram like they was just outside
Last n***a on that street posted up had died
N***as know not to get on live, talkin' 'bout "Where we at, slide"
Other dude did it, moments later, got his ass fried
Cracka keep gettin' up, n***a got nine lives
Mookie ain't quick enough, he got hit 'bout five times
[Interlude: Jdot Breezy & Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
N***a know how the fuck we rock (Brrrt)
Whop with that chop and Dot with that Glock
(Aye, hold on, hold on) Get your goofy-ass popped
Hold on, bro, I ain't know we was talkin' like that, I'm finna go back in then, fuck that, aye, Whop

[Verse 3: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
Marri died on the E-Way (Marri)
Mookie died on the E-Way (Mookie)
Some of my best advice to y'all, y'all better stay off that freeway
They must've thought that shit was a game, you think it's E.A.?
Three-Five played, now the cemetery where he lay (Petey)
Teki ass dead (Teki)
Rod K dead (Rod K)
They say Spaazz2xx got shot all in the head (Jamarius)
How Cracka take all them face shots? He got some good meds
We ain't goin' out like Whodie, that n***a crashed, now he dead (Skrrt)