Feel like a chopper, bitch, cause I'm bussin'
My bitches related, they kissin' cousins
My nina be on it, that bitch ain't for nothing
I make her say somethin', she leave yo' ass open
I'm bout to come back, right now, I'm strapped
Thirty and forty, t-shirt a shorty
Designer and schemes, my wrist on beam
Hundreds on hundreds, M.U.B.U. abundant
Foreigns back to back, haters have asthma attacks
Pull up, pump a nigga, call it a asthma attack
That 40 gon' always spit, it think it know how to rap
I don't do battle rap, tell 'em to battle that
Pull up, my roof missing, boy, I'll get you missing
Bein' broke as a joke, that's mission impossible
Got hitters to kill a nigga, the streets really feel a nigga
I'm sorry I fucked yo' bitch, but she really dig a nigga
Louie, he B.O.N., bitch, I'm a big ol' nigga
Hope I don't catch a body, ride with my double trigger
I don't like the nigga, fonem pop the nigga
No time to fight the nigga, fonem pop the nigga
Talking broke is foreign, my teeth cost a foreign
Yo' bitch on the horn, tryna shoot a porn
Bitch, I got these bands, bitch, I got these racks
A couple of my niggas, bitch, you gon' do dicks
Make more guap than teachers, I come with a preacher
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna meet ya
I just want one night, I don't wanna keep her
Raised by the dope dealers, I used to have a beeper
I get a lot of bucks, broke is not popular
Quit with that talking stuff, boy, fore we pop you up
Shoot down a goofy clown, hit him with 2-3 rounds
Pull up with cameras out, like we shoot movies now