[Intro: $tupid Young]
LowTheGreat
Cállate, Mike Crook (Mike Crook)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Chopper make a n***a do the running man
N***a want a feature, that's a couple bands
Told her I ain't worried 'bout her other man
I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can (Uh, look)

[Verse 1: $tupid Young]
When we pull everybody know who we are
Hold up, I got the glocky in these G-Stars
Poppin' pillies got me feeling like an E-tard
So sick, somebody take me to the ER
Young sick n***a, young Crip n***a
I was broke back then, now I'm rich, n***a
Fuck a bitch, n***a, hit a lick, n***a
And if we get caught, make sure you don't snitch, n***a
Bad lil' bitch give me toppy
And I met her at my hotel lobby
Gucci shirt, but the shades by Versace
N***as want beef, we gon' cook it like hibachi
Wake up in the morning, gotta count my blessings
I remember locked up, n***a, I was stressing
Now I'm riding through the section clutching on a weapon
N***as ain't talkin' money, n***as got poor connection
[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Chopper make a n***a do the running man
N***a want a feature, that's a couple bands
Told her I ain't worried 'bout her other man
I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
I do what I want, he do what he can afford
N***a think he winning, tell this n***a check the score
I'm only in my city 'cause I'm waiting on a tour
Ain't trying to type it out, we take the problem to your door
Me and $tupid Young going stupid dumb
And we'll cook a n***a like hibachi
Roxys, I just sold a hundred out the lobby
Poppin', your bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I'm poppin'
If a n***a want a feature, tell him eight racks
This a big chopper, push a n***a face back
I ain't even really rapping, I just state facts
J-cat, pussy ass n***a with some face tats
N***a acting like he fluent, catch a couple shots
We in a different tax bracket, I ain't tryna box
Young rich n***a, young pimp n***a
Like some Cheetos, if we beefing, I'ma chip n***as
[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Chopper make a n***a do the running man
N***a want a feature, that's a couple bands
Told her I ain't worried 'bout her other man
I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can