[Intro]
(Akachi in this motherfucker)

[Verse 1]
Your shorty do 'bout whatever I say
She call my phone every night, every day
Bro don't want smoke, she tell me where you stay
She like to wear baguetties in her face
I like to fuck her, wear Saint Laurent
She like to fuckin' put my music on
I'm out in public smokin' on the strong
She out in Publix sniffin' on the dope
Most of the choppas come in with a scope
I'm out in traffic, gotta keep a rope
These n***as trash and I still give 'em hope, ayy

[Chorus]
World War 3, my n***as got snipers
Choppin' up n***as like Tyson
Most of these rappers ain't writin'
Most of these rapper be bitin'

[Verse 2]
I sound like your favorite rapper
Or does he sound like me?
Glock kill n***as for free
Young n***a been too street
Like Florida, play with the heat
We in Miami ten deep
We got the sticks, uh-uh-uh-uh
Big Chop', uh-uh-uh, yeah
N***a's don't want that, uh
You need to get more money
[Chorus]
World War 3, my n***as got snipers
Choppin' up n***as like Tyson
Most of these rappers ain't writin'
Most of these rappers be bitin'

[Verse 3]
I come through like I am a general
Think I'm the greatest in general
Don't wanna be famous in general
But I'll take some milly in serveral
I think I made it in general
They want a case going federal, eee
I where my heart on my sleeve
Big perky get geeked
Cops came through, won't speak
Chop's like World War 3, uh
Got a Glock like World War 3, uh
Big AK on me, uh
So many holes on sleeve, uh
Like five on top to ride
Not, cop, rhyme, fly