[Chorus]
Yeah
Hang out the window with that choppa on my side n***a
Yeah, we gon' slide n***a
Get out the way you don't wanna get fried n***a
I got ties n***a
Say you want beef?
This ain't Five Guys n***a
We make a fuck-boy cry
Make his ass go viral like Popeyes n***a
Yeah, you gotta be kidding me
Aim that choppa at enemies
Yeah, these n***as my mini-me's
I got 22s they might go to sleep
White hoe put perc in her mouth
Swear to God she let me beat
Glock gon knock that lame n***a out
And I swear to God n***as be talking sweet
And we got hеat
And my n***as they came like 30 deep
Rеally in these streets
And it ain't my fault that yo hoe feeling me
Too high at Lenox, yeah
I had too abandoned her
Shawty called me a bandit yeah
Like yeah yeah hoe you calling me