[Part 1]

[Intro]
Grrah
N***a
I'm smokin' on this [?], n***a
H4rry
Uh

[Verse]
Even if my legs ain't work, I still make this chopper chase (For real)
He got hit with lead all in his head, the chop erased him (Grrah)
And the Semi-Glock's too slow, I need to switch, bitch, I'm impatient
We the reason the fuckin' doctors got new patients (N***a)
How it's beef with us (Beef), n***as teamin' up (Yes)
I'd throw a mop on a fuckin' Glock and come and clean shit up (Yeah, yeah)
Half them n***as ain't had no fuckin' name 'til they was team with us (Bitch)
Other half of them n***as was straight pussy
We made them n***as tough (We made them)
We made n***as hard
We madе n***as drop they fuckin' nuts
How the fuck it's beef and my n***as still ain't got fuckin' touched? (Tеll 'em)
Tell me that (Tell me)
N***a, fill me in (N***a, fill me in)
Send a bad bitch one of you n***as way
She gon' reel him in (Yeah)
Yop, yop
Switch make n***as hopscotch
Switch make n***as move and dance
The last hop hit the Diddy Bop (Bitch-ass)
Had to slow down on the switch shooting's (Grrah)
We made the city hot
[Part 2]

[Intro]
N***a
Oh, yeah
Yop
Oh, yeah
Made the fuckin' city hot, n***a
H4rry

[Verse]
I can't wait to catch a lil', nevermind
He a fuckin' dead man (Dead man)
We already caught him
Lil' bro wrapped his ass up like a headband (Bitch n***a)
Can't fit chop in my jeans, so I been walkin' "round wearin' sweatpants
So much kick on the Drac'
Catch me shootin' this bitch with both hands (Shit)
Hop out blamin' to this bitch jam
This your jam, n***a, dance
Yeah, yeah, walk him down stand over him
Is he dead?
Hell yeah, no face, skis on
We smoke shit with no trace
This hot pack hittin' so hard, but this shit ain't got no lace
No cap
He was brazy 'til he bled
No bap
Whole gang need a membership at Lidz
'Cause we got mo' hats
For real, n***a? Fuck
We got mo' um
Catch a opp n***a out in traffic and I bet we throw some (Grrah)
I bet we throw shots if they raiders
Bet we go get mo' spots (I bet you)
Had to toss the pipes out on the chase
I bet we go get mo' Glocks (I bet we)
Uh, uh, uh
I just hit Baghdad, them n***as mad
I guess we got some mo' opps
(I guess we got some fuckin' mo' opps, baby)
I just hit Baghdad, them n***as mad
(I'll get you some mo' n***as and them hoes right now)
I guess you got some more fuckin' opps, n***a
[Part 3]

[Intro]
Yeah
Give a fuck about no more opps
H4rry
We is the fuckin' opps, n***a
Yeah
We the opps, n***a

[Verse]
I'm like, who the opps?
We bend through that bitch and shoot a opp (For real)
Better ask the last n***a that played with us
What the fuck we do to opps? (Bitch ass n***a)
All the opps been clickin' up
I heard it's opps recruitin' opps (Huh?)
And that's cool
Ruler clip come in this bitch, but the Glock is not at school
I don't fuck with dudes you bring around me, his ass through
The chop come equipped with nuts, but I ain't talkin' cashew (N***a)
If it's beef with us, tell n***as link with us (Sneaky link)
And the opps been movin' like Cubans, how they keep linkin' up? (Bitch ass n***a)
N***a
Back in that mode (Mode)
Was sparin' n***as at first, but I'm back fuckin' n***as' hoes (I'm back fuckin' n***as' hoes, come on)
I'm back fuckin' n***as' ladies
Come here, bitch, catch these babies (Come on)
He hit my bitch, I hit his
I don't know why this n***a hate me (I don't know why this n***a hate me)
Yop, yop
And the chop soundin' like Zell Simon, it go grrat-grrat (Grrah)
Feel like I'm Skilla
Duck Yo Taco, this bitch made him chop-chop (Grrah)
These n***as don't want no problems, hakuna matata
You don't want no beef with us
I advise your ass not to speak on us
N***a, don't speak on us, n***a (For real)
Don't say nothin'
I have Baghdad, get on you n***as ass
I ain't gotta pay nothin' (Get up)
I put one of you n***as up on y'all fuckin' shit
You n***as don't weigh nothin' (Get up)
Walk around this bitch with all my jewelry on
N***as ain't gon' take nothin'