Choppa DaVinci (feat. NLE Choppa)

Uh, uh, hah Yeah K drip this sauce It's DaVinci, bitch Damn Started from the bottom, now a nigga on the way, do you know how long did it took us? I'm deep in my bag, so now I'm at the mall, throw racks every time they look up Throwing salt on my name, why you playing with the gang? If it's really that deep, then pull up You better not play some, R.I.P. Trayvon, everywhere I go, I got my hood up I'm feeling like Master P, just tell me what you need, 'cause I got the hook up That-that-that time of the month I make a nigga bleed, I give a nigga smoke like Hooker When I'm on a Perc', I go berserk, I'm fucking so good, she shook up Young-young-young boss nigga, they know that I'm ballin', you would think I was a hooper Bitch, I'm the bomb, I'm 'bout to blow You better run, get on the floor They called me a bum, said I was broke Now they look dumb, you know how it goes It wasn't fun sleeping on the floor Now I got fun, yeah, I got dope Gas in my lungs, who want the smoke? Put that on my mom, you niggas is hoes 'Member when a nigga was broke? Now I get paid for features Ho see a nigga coming up, now them hoes running up hot as a fever Niggas more groupie than bitches, damn, thought I didn't need her How is your nigga? How is your brother? He don't need features I cut niggas off, I don't play that Even if we go way back Fuckin' on a bitch, that's payback Then she eat the dick while I lay back If you ain't with the gang, then stay back I wanna see M's like a Maybach Want to book a nigga, got to pay racks Everybody want to play until a nigga play that Started from the bottom, now a nigga on the way, do you know how long did it took us? I'm deep in my bag, so now I'm at the mall, throw racks every time they look up Throwing salt on my name, why you playing with the gang? If it's really that deep, then pull up You better not play some, R.I.P. Trayvon, everywhere I go, I got my hood up I'm feeling like Master P, just tell me what you need, 'cause I got the hook up That-that-that time of the month I make a nigga bleed, I give a nigga smoke like Hooker When I'm on a Perc', I go berserk, I'm fucking so good, she shook up Young-young-young boss nigga, they know that I'm ballin', you would think I was a hooper I pop me a Perc', bitch, I'm percolated Yeah, the gun on my hip, but I got no safety See you up in the sky if you try to play me And we up in the water just like the navy You with the shit, pull up with sticks, you get hit Just like a bomb, you know we gon' tick Put on a mask when I hit a lick That chopper got power, you know it's gon' kick I'm killing my man with all of that dissin' Send shots to his head, then shots to his kidney He say he want smoke, then get him wit' me Bake a nigga with this .40 like chicken I be on that savage shit, we pull up, yeah, we clapping shit Lots of guap and lots of guns, yeah, you know we having it, yeah Started from the bottom, now a nigga on the way, do you know how long did it took us? I'm deep in my bag, so now I'm at the mall, throw racks every time they look up Throwing salt on my name, why you playing with the gang? If it's really that deep, then pull up You better not play some, R.I.P. Trayvon, everywhere I go, I got my hood up I'm feeling like Master P, just tell me what you need, 'cause I got the hook up That-that-that time of the month I make a nigga bleed, I give a nigga smoke like Hooker When I'm on a Perc', I go berserk, I'm fucking so good, she shook up Young-young-young boss nigga, they know that I'm ballin', you would think I was a hooper