One big choppa, leave a n#gg# layin’ flat
Two bad b#tches in the back shakin’ #ss
Three big ‘woods, all my n#gg#s love the gas
Big whip, big sticks, 200 on the dash
And she bad, no cap
Lil’ b#tch throw it back
Shawty wanna f#ck for money like she don’t know how to act
n#gg# p#ss#, he ain’t ‘bout it, he ain’t pull up with no Mac
n#gg# run up on the gang, got my clan, we can clash
We can clash, we can smash
Ima tap
Same flow, same hoes
New guap, more bands
Make a Stan, make a fan
Pull the .40 out my pants
Choppa gonna make ’em dance
Need a foreign bad b#tch
Need a hunnid on my wrist
Shawty always wanna trip
But I told her take the piss
I been waitin’ for a wish
Shawty wanna blow a kiss
And she f#ckin’ with the swish
So I hit her with the bliss
We ain’t trippin’ about a thot
We gon‘ make it out the spot
I was grade eight, and I was smokin’ hella pot
I was waiting for a lick, pistol packed, we gon‘ dot
Ima hit him in his top if that boy wanna talk, like
One big choppa, leave a n#gg# layin’ flat
Two bad b#tches in the back shakin‘ #ss
Three big ‘woods, all my n#gg#s love the gas
Big whip, big sticks, 200 on the dash
And she bad, no cap
Lil’ b#tch throw it back
Shawty wanna f#ck for money like she don’t know how to act
n#gg# p#ss#, he ain’t ‘bout it, he ain’t pull up with no Mac
n#gg# run up on the gang, got my clan, we can clash
Shorty don’t know how to act
When Triple 6 pull up, that b#tch throwin’ #ss
I got me the cash
All up on my dash
I’m smokin’ on gas, you smokin’ on dirt
We doing the dash in the E36
With your b#tch on my dick and she kissin’ my sh#t
Shawty in love with my sticks, she in love with my glocky
Carry the mac, turn the tool to a hot piece
Shawty all on me but she for the streets
That b#tch my groupie, she wanting my meat
So Ihad to pull up and then dip out discreet
I made that b#tch scream, then she fell asleep
One big choppa, leave a n#gg# layin’ flat
Two bad b#tches in the back shakin’ #ss
Three big ‘woods, all my n#gg#s love the gas
Big whip, big sticks, 200 on the dash
And she bad, no cap
Lil’ b#tch throw it back
Shawty wanna f#ck for money like she don’t know how to act
n#gg# p#ss#, he ain’t ‘bout it, he ain’t pull up with no Mac
n#gg# run up on the gang, got my clan, we can clash
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