[Intro]
Leave me 'lone, chu' on fo'
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, Hey Lilkdubb)
Choppas spray 'round, this the answer, look

[Chorus]
Choppas spray 'round, this the answer
It he tourin', we gon' bang 'em in Atlanta, huh
Send 'em to the heavens gates, leave 'em for the pastor
Catch 'em and we pop 'em, he won’t be no hassle
Run down and we stamp em' my n***a, we gon' take his soul
He gon' leave, play with me, chop ya low
Stick his chest out, watch how quick I make him fold (Oh)
I ain’t gotta say a thing to let ‘em know

[Verse]
This that choppa, bring it at thеm n***as who want problems
Like that that Draco [?] ain’t gon' stop 'em
You know what I mеan, we kill the scene right with that llama
Runnin' with that murda man, pockets filled with hundreds bands
Oh that red boy think he got, I give that bitch a tan
You know you don’t want that man, .40 open up a can
Party when we split ya man, take it off don’t throw ya hand
N***a make me show young man, cock back and I bust his ass

[Chorus]
Choppas spray 'round, this the answer
It he tourin', we gon' bang 'em in Atlanta, huh
Send 'em to the heavens gates, leave 'em for the pastor
Catch 'em and we pop 'em, he won’t be no hassle
Run down and we stamp em' my n***a, we gon' take his soul
He gon' leave, play with me, chop ya low
Stick his chest out, watch how quick I make him fold (Oh)
I ain’t gotta say a thing to let ‘em know
[Outro]
This that choppa, bring it at them n***as who want problems
Like that that Draco [?] ain’t gon' stop 'em
You know what I mean, we kill the scene right with that llama