| Playful, I’m too active, chopper gon' eat out your heart
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| Then I’m gon' smack your bitch ass with the back of the gun
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| Then I’m crackin' heads just like a card (Bang)
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| Thinkin' you’re slick, well, I already spotted your ass
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| I’ma shoot your bitch-ass from afar
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| Swear it was one of him, now I see two of that guy
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| 'Cause that chopper, it split him apart (Ayy)
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| Bitches, they love me, they tip me, I’m high
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| Me and my Glock, we two peas in the pod (Two peas in the pod)
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| I hit one button, the coupe, it gon' start
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| Off a whole eight of Wock' got me fallin' apart (It's Wop)
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| Dick on the stick when I look up and crack at your head
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| Boy, that chopper, it love to applaud
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| Thinking you seein', but no, no, really, you don’t
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| You dreamin', it’s all a facade
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| Sippin' that Wock', I need to stop
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| 'Cause that’s all I see when I pee (Ayy, Wop)
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| Might just get top in the back of the Uber, nope, I bended that shit (Ayy)
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| Pull out the Porsches, Lamb', 'Raris, and Rovers, and Bentleys and shit
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| Actin' strange, your money ain’t shit
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| You know you ain’t spendin' that shit (Fuck you)
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| You play, we gon' chop off your arm
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| We play with them tools like we work for a farm
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| Bitch, you blew up your trap with a bomb (Boom)
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| On that Taliban shit, bitch, I feel like Saddam
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| Got a scope on that stick 'cause I love when they run
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| Blood gush when they scream, I’ma cut off they tongue
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| We don’t tolerate shit, fuck nigga get hung
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| We from them ashes, they air out big guns (Ugh)
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| Playful, I’m too active, chopper gon' eat out your heart
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| Then I’m gon' smack your bitch ass with the back of the gun
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| Then I’m crackin' heads just like a card (Ayy)
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| Thinkin' you’re slick, well, I already spotted your ass
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| I’ma shoot your bitch-ass from afar (Pew-pew-pew, ugh)
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| Swear it was one of him, now I see two of that guy
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| 'Cause that chopper, it split him apart (Ayy)
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| Bitches, they love me, they tip me, I’m high
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| Me and my Glock, we two peas in the pod (Pod)
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| I hit one button, the coupe, it gon' start
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| Off a whole eight of Wock' got me fallin' apart (Ugh)
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| Dick on the stick when I look up and crack at your head
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| Boy, that chopper, it love to applaud (Pew-pew-pew, ugh)
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| Thinking you seein', but no, no, really, you don’t
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| You dreamin', it’s all a facade (It's Wop) |