I feel like a chopper, bitch cuz 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 your ass open
I'm out that come back, right now I'm strapped
30 and 40, t-shirt a shorty
Designer and schemes, and my wrist on beam
Hundreds on hundreds, MUBU abundant
Foreigns back to back, haters have asthma attacks
Pull up, pop a nigga, call it an asthma attack
That 40 gon' always spit, you'd 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 that's a joke, it's mission impossible
Got hittaz 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, go on and pop the nigga
No time to fight the nigga, go on and pop the nigga
Talking broke is foreign, my teeth cost a foreign
Your 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
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 'em
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, broke boy we pop you up
Shoot down the goofy clowns, hit 'em with 2-3 rounds
Pull up with cameras out, like we shoot movies now