[Intro]
(What's good, Shredder?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Henney Major, you going crazy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Flynno, that's crazy)

[Chorus]
Ride with that chopper, this shit gon' get hectic
Pussy n***a, man, he really been flexing
Stripping they pockets and leaving 'em naked
[?] just did all this shit on my necklace
Locked in that cell but it felt like a blessing
Bad decision, it gon' turn to a lesson
Rappers be talking 'bout shit they ain't did
I got that chopper, load up and get it
Bitches be tripping, that ho washed away
Doctor prescribеd me some more of thе meds
I got some problems, this shit in my head
[?] my lifestyle, I could've been dead
Some of these demons I got, they been dead
Traumatized, made me not sleep in the bed
Say he want smoke, I'ma light it and spread
Can't beef with no n***a, my opps is dead

[Verse]
Chopper gon' chop up his house, clean the block
Pussy n***a, man, they know how I rock
Homixide gang, bet they gon' slide in the box
Pull up right on him, dropping the top
Rap n***as clones, get hit with that Glock
They gotta free Lil Tim and [?]
GPS tracker, get stamped with that box
Homixide gang, knock off his top
Get in a spot with some bands in the clock
Set up the cameras and watch out for narcs
Watch for them n***as who circle the block
We don't say chopper no more, they some mops
Young n***a hop out like Jack in the box
Roll up a backwood, I call it an opp
You don't want smoke with the Problem, just stop
I'm feeling like Gotti [?]