[Intro]
Young Chop on the beat
Yeah
They told to come back on another bars, you hear me?
I'ma do it though
This ain't 52, but it's bars
Bow (Let's get it)
Bow (Let's get it)
Bow

[Verse 1]
Body bag, body bag
Foe'nem, they done chopped his ass
No parole, but the pole I got, it done dropped his ass
No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag
Drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat
Coppas on my ass and shit, ain't do it, innocent
N***as know my resume, 30 poppa Bay Bay kid
You don't know who Bay Bay is? 46, Woodlawn
OTF the family, even my barber tapin' shit
Uzi spit, got a deal
Coolin' with my movie bitch
Movie clip, for a opp n***a or a goofy bitch
Get head from my groupie bitch
You wifin' hoes, you losin' it
Thinkin' you aluminium, you would get stretched, bag, homicide
Police at my baby shower
Sup 'Lo, before your ass was born I saved a 900 thou
DeDe on his savage shit, you know that boy be wildin' out
You know I bring savage out
Lurkin' like, why they hidin' out
Drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down
Bro'nem gotta be bonding out
Now me and my bitch we bonding now
No cass, but that MAC I got, that bitch work condom style
I spit crack like Bobby Brown
They know I'm a problem child
Wifi'n, we don't do that shit, that shit be trifling
'Cause the same bitch that eat the clit, like she dyking
Lovin' hoes, but the same bitch we put the pipe in
She sucking dick, that's same bitch you give goodnight kiss
Sucka, yo ass a sucka, Superman
If I can't make you dance I bet that Uzi can
Backflip, if you front your move when that MAC spit
All I know is drill, drill, drill on my Pac shit
[Interlude]
5 (Yeah!), 4 (Yeah!), 3 (Yeah!), 2..
I'm back In! 1

[Verse 2]
My shootas gonna shoot some shit
Ruthless shit 'cause we do this shit
Black girls on some spooky shit
Droppin' shit, we go through some shit
Red light, red tape, caught a couple Ls on some goofy shit
Goofy n***as claiming shit, n***as ain't even do this shit
OTF, 300, 3Hunna, no, that be GBE
Body count with the opps, we on the top 'cause we stay in the lead
Don't lack, it crack, no Chris Paul, my Clippers give him 3
You betta at Tennessee, I ain't talking Tennessee
Massacre, robbin' shit, masked up like I'm Dracula
Mobbin' shit, no Gucci Mane, n***as know that we cashin' up
Twister with the blicky, it's black and it spins fast as fuck
N***as rapped a life time, who'd ever thought I'd pass em' up
I'm from West Hyde and we gangbang
Where shorty be posted in cuts in them gangways
Crangin' n***as, police ass n***as call 'em ranger n***as
Free my n***a Richie Rich, he be so quick to change a n***a

[Outro]
Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's get it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Feelin' good
Fuck 'em