[Chorus: T.Y.]
Leave it to me Imma get the job done no problem
Told my big homie I got him
And if you beefing I'm beefing
Thats just what it is and that's just how I'm rockin'
Ain't no questions about it
I'm a solid young n***a who gon' ride fo' sho
I don't fuck around I check that shit right at the door
Lettin' 'em know, T.Y. Son of a Gangsta I'm on my grizzly
And if you looking for me Imma be in Chopper City

[Verse 1: T.Y.]
Bitch I'm a paper chaser, block pumper
Hit you once with the pump, hit you again open yo' stomach
Playin' with the gang, you get your issue
It's Chopper City where we tote big things
Put up them lil' pistols
Keep it G, gotta keep it gutta
And let these n***as know this real life not social media mother fucker
Anyway it go, we gettin' paid
Might fly to the A for a few days and stack up some cake
Friendly bobbin' nah I ain't wit' it
I don't catch feelings 'cause they have you lookin' silly
I think they mad 'cause they don't know how to get it
Hop in the Lamb with a cold pair of model bitches
What's in my hand? A big 40 and I'm vicious with it
Only thing I wanna show 'em is how to get it
Real recognize real and I don't know you n***as
Either you mad or you feel like I owe you n***a

[Chorus: T.Y.]
Leave it to me Imma get the job done no problem
Told my big homie I got him
And if you beefing I'm beefing
Thats just what it is and that's just how I'm rockin'
Ain't no questions about it
I'm a solid young n***a who gon' ride fo' sho
I don't fuck around I check that shit right at the door
Lettin' 'em know, T.Y. Son of a Gangsta I'm on my grizzly
And if you looking for me Imma be in Chopper City

[Verse 2: FBG Casino]
What's in my hand? A chopper, and I'm violent wit' it
S double M, murder round wit' it
Taliban, Kirkwood Zone 6
Everybody round me choppered up or stick
I'm talking choppers, people calling cops when we pull up
Gon' need the doctors, pronounced dead on the scene
We totin' 223 with the beams
Kirkwood we the new New Orleans
Me and T.Y. blowing out a whole pound
Free B.G. they took a real one from the streets
We pushing old Hummers, we doin' old numbers
We making millions out the street, let me show you something
New wave, Taliban Free Band Chopper City boy we the new wave
Lasers on the chopper, 50 round drums on the chopper
Leave it to shorty

[Chorus: T.Y.]
Leave it to me Imma get the job done no problem
Told my big homie I got him
And if you beefing I'm beefing
Thats just what it is and that's just how I'm rockin'
Ain't no questions about it
I'm a solid young n***a who gon' ride fo' sho
I don't fuck around I check that shit right at the door
Lettin' 'em know, T.Y. Son of a Gangsta I'm on my grizzly
And if you looking for me Imma be in Chopper City