[Verse: NBA Big B & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
That chopper talk
Hit they block, 7.62s, let that chopper off
Let's get active, choppers go to clappin', 'nother body found
Caught that pussy slippin', knocked his head off 'front his mama house
Hol' on, spank him, now it's time to head home
Mmm, who that is? That's my mama baby
You touch him, I go crazy
Mmm, what it is? I just know they hood, we gon' catch 'em at they store
Yeah, uh, spend a load, or get at 'em
I got E drivin' all my [?], controllin' shit like Adam
If my brother want your head, won't send no hits, bitch, I'll come tap it
Back to back, I'll go to clappin'
Back to back, I let off static
What he said, slime? Bitch, ain't no playin' 'round with my mind
We be spinnin'
Where they lay their head at, I'm right outside
I been feignin'
I see nothin', but blood, I close my eyes
I could smell it, think I taste it, I could feel a homicide
We gotta murder one of them guys, load up, we ride
We don't do no glitchin' when it's time
Pop out, I won't freeze up
Bitch, what up? My threes up
Fuck with somethin'
Hop out with that stock pressed on my shoulder
I just left me somethin'
Bust at somethin'
Swung the Glock across