Chopeye (feat. P-Tree & Happiest Kid in the World)

Great hits, they can't take my shit

Fakes wanna hate my shit

Bae wants to break my ****

Think she's gonna break her back

My **** go way too back for a **** to talk ****

And have me take that crap

You're in no place to relay our past

Or relate to the pain i've had

Raps are as slick as a raincoat

Stiff as the paint old, dick in some plain clothes

Yo it's the same old no-gold-wearing

Know-cold-weather-type and yo this shit is feather light

I'm jumping on my pogo stick, take a slomo flick

Click on the link and blink, it'll load real quick

Like a foe, on the mic, twin 44s, take his life

With a knife i could slice up a pie

Hit a lick with the stick that i keep on my side

I could dry in the sun so like why'd i keep a gun

If i'm none to insight, or instigate a fight i've won

Art club

My mac, it spits like tupac

If too packed we split for two bags

Betchu ain't know that

Too bad, you ain't got all facts

You act like you do, fact is you ain't a government cat, and

If you e. gadd, still ain't got shit on my lab

Visit the mansion, i'm not tryna have a dancer hold me ransom got a

Fancy chick that answers all my questions, thinks i'm handy

Ableton for days and when i'm glad i grab the brandy

I flashback to george and randy phase some

Times 'cause shit was simple in high school

Fatty over here

Fatty over here

It's a fat ass blunt

Fatty over here