[Intro]
Yeah, chop', n***a, this bitch'll—, ayy
(G, I think we got one) Thirty on that Glock, n***a, snatch off the stock, yeah
Fuck the cops, n***a, this shit won't stop, n***a (I ain't finna tell y'all how Ron got away with this shit)
Bitch, I'm a soldier, Major Payne, hey (Yeen give me shit, n***a, how the fuck you wan' eat off my plate?)
Me and you n***as ain't the same
(Tired of all this creep shit, if you don't fuck with me, then stay out my face) Fucking lame
Mm, ayy, mm

[Chorus]
We been outchea, all you lil' n***as late
Yeen give me shit, n***a, how the fuck you wan' eat off my plate?
Tired of all this creep shit, if you don't fuck with me, then stay out my face
We all got the same twenty-four hours, I don't know why they hating (The fuck?)
I just bought a chop', n***a (Hahaha), this bitch'll chop n***as (Glaow)
Thirty on that Glock, n***a (Huh?), snatch off the stock, yeah
And screaming, "Fuck the cops," n***a, this shit won't stop, n***a, yeah (Fuck 'em, ayy, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
And fuck all the opps, n***a, take off your top (Fuck 'em, ayy, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)

[Verse]
Bitch, I'm a soldier, Major Payne (What?), bitch, I'ma blow and change the game (What?)
That stick was made in Spain (Glaow), me and you n***as ain't the same
Your ass gon' need a poncho, 7.62's, it come like rain (Ayy, bitch, it come like rain)
Stressing at a young age (What?), I pop Percs to help the pain, yeah (Ayy, I pop fucking Percs)
Youngins outchea wilding, dress myself, I don't need no stylist
I been looking at houses, my opp just touched his first thousand
I been sitting back smiling, all this money, it just keep piling (Money piling)
Promise I won't stop 'til I'm flying private with my own island (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
That shit you selling, I ain't buying (Huh?), sip liq', this ain't no wine
Stop hating, that shit is a crime, I ain't never dropped no dime, yeah
You ain't never slung no iron, yeah, they say, "Jit, you one a kind" (Huh?)
I'm the truth, I'd be lying (Yeah), this shit easy, I ain't even trying, ayy
[Chorus]
We been outchea, all you lil' n***as late
Yeen give me shit, n***a, how the fuck you wan' eat off my plate?
Tired of all this creep shit, if you don't fuck with me, then stay out my face
We all got the same twenty-four hours, I don't know why they hating (The fuck?)
I just bought a chop', n***a (Hahaha), this bitch'll chop n***as (Glaow)
Thirty on that Glock, n***a (Huh?), snatch off the stock, yeah
And screaming, "Fuck the cops," n***a, this shit won't stop, n***a, yeah (Fuck 'em, ayy, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
And fuck all the opps, n***a, take off your top (Fuck 'em, ayy, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)

[Outro]
Mm, mm, outchea wilding
Mm, dress myself, I don't need no stylist
Mm, all this money piling
My opps—, my opp just touched his first thousand, mm