No, no, no, no, no

Ain’t what you wanna do, listen here

I know it sounds crazy, but **** try to play me, ooh

I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)

For **** tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)

A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)

And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)

I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)

For **** tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)

A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)

And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)

I don’t talk to nobody, I don’t bother nobody

I don’t fuck with nobody else shit

I don’t walk with nobody, I don’t holla at nobody

I don’t fuck with nobody else clique

Stay away from these ****, don’t play with these ****

So, **** don’t play with my shit

If you threaten me, ****, and I catch your ass slippin’

I promise I’ll spray at you quick

‘Cause, bitch, I work hard for mine

Every damn day, I’m on this God damn grind

Every damn day, I hit the clock ‘round 5

And every damn day, I can’t wait to fry

Don’t even play ‘bout stakin’ mine

I’ll relocate your face and spine

You don’t understand what a **** tryna say?

Well, okay, let me just break it down (Break it down)

When we on the road, gettin’ money for shows

And a ho try to rob, I’m bustin’

When I pull in my yard, and you got on that dog

I don’t know who you are, I’m bustin’

Give a fuck who you are, if you black or white

Mexican or Japanese

You might think I’m ridin’ solo, ho

But just know

I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)

For **** tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)

A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)

And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)

I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)

For **** tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)

A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)

And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)

Okay now, first of all, let me start it off

By sayin’ I ain’t a killa, but don’t push me

But all that actin’ hard will get you close to God

‘Cause **** need to know that I ain’t pussy

Now, I don’t want the beef, and I ain’t promotin’ violence

But these young **** these days be wildin’

Run up on me and bullets start flyin’

That choppa talk, and everybody get quiet

A hunid rounds, boy, I don’t think you wanna try

With these hunid rounds, boy, I’m a one-man ride

I keep that thang right next to my side

On the passenger seat, where the choppa gon’ ride

That’s for protection, I ain’t with the flexin’

I don’t up that thing, ‘less a **** test me

‘Cause I’ll be damned if a **** stress me

I check myself, can’t no **** check me

If them jackboys try to jack your boy

Then, out the window I’m dumpin’

The first fifty straight headshots

The next fifty goin’ in your stomach

I promise, dawg, you don’t want it

See, I don’t fuck with y’all, so don’t fuck with me

But if that thought ever cross your mind

Ayy, J. Marsh, tell ‘em where that choppa be

I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)

For **** tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)

A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)

And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)

I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)

For **** tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)

A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)

And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)

On my seat (On my seat), on my seat (On my seat)

For **** tryna rob me, yeah (**** tryna rob me)

Don’t try me (Don’t try me), don’t try me (Don’t try me)

Woah, oh no

Yeah, oh no