[Lyrics from snippet]

[Intro]
Bitch boy, bitch boy
Got a hundred n***as stick boy, stick boy
Get your punk ass fliped boy, fliped boy
Lil bitch boy

[Verse 1]
I ain't bought these cameras for no smoke, I bought these cameras for twelve (on God)
You know I selling reefer n***a, I rawdog my scale (21)
He jammed up, We don't wipe that pussy so [?] (straight up)
Caught 'em down, bad ass shit (21)
Gas station pump twelve, gave 'em ass twelve (shh)
I don't need no seatbelt, I'm a crash dummy (crash dummy)
My pockets get so friendly, I got mad money (God)
Choppers turn 'em Usain Bolt, and now his ass running (straight up)
Oh you bad huh? (21)
You think you a man, with that punk ass hand gun
Every choppers 'round me, pussy ready to [?] sum ([?] sum)
Whole lot of strips on 21 gang, lil n***a I stamp sum (wham)
So many drugs put up lil n***a thought we [?] sum
Smith & Wesson 762 (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Fox Fivе channel to news (woo, woo, woo, woo)
All my n***as got loose coupеs (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit you when you head watch it boom (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Mac-90 knock you out your shoes (woo, woo, woo, woo)
N***a you a rapper, not a goon (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I wish they woulda caught him in the booth (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Shoot him out this box, and make him move (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Oh you want all the smoke huh?
That what you said (21)
Shoot up all this folks huh?
That pussy skank (pussy)
You the bitch, he outside, [?]
[?] ([?]), gray shit, we spinning the gang (the gang)
Announce the smoke on Instagram that's police shit
You with the whole block, but I hold [?]
I'm a real street n***a, better watch your lips
For these rapping on my mom I tryna talk me some shit
[Chorus]
Choppers, choppers
We shoot non' but choppers, choppers
You better call the coppers, coppers
We pulling up with choppers, choppers
No blue faces out bopper, bopper
The [?] not the mopper, mopper
He need more, not a doctor, doctor
I heard they hit 'em with the chopper, chopper