Hook1

Hit em with that chop and make em 360 this a big Benz not no 350

What you charging for yo zone I need 350

On my big dawg shit tell em get with me

Verse1

Choppa like to wrestle call it curt angle

You do anything for bread ain’t you a bird ain’t you

Choppa got the scope so we don’t miss

Freak bitch in the room bet I’m gone hit

Need a another pound bitch I’m running out

Fuk a peace treat we tryna thug it out

We outside got the whole city coming out

She ain’t tryna wait I got her coming now

10 bands on my kneck bitch that’s sum light

50 rounds on this chop it ain’t nothing nice

Double back around they block we gone hit it twice

Hit that boy with the chop if he wanna fight

(Hook2)

Hit em with that chop and make em 360 this a bug Benz baby not no 350

What you charging for yo zone I need 350

On my big dawg shit tell em get with me

Verse2

The peoples tried to get a statement but it was not in me a 20 piece thrown in the air but it was all 50s you have to watch the people close because it could get tricky I had to learn the Hardaway But never wore pennys Next buddy while they figure out who killed Kenny sniper bullets in the chop now can you deal with it A deadman and they just posted them on citizens we take the beef and eat it up we’re getting rid of it a Venti caramel Frappuccino with the cinnamon I signed a deal with Tookie Williams and I’m cripping it Be careful when you hold the chopper there’s some Kick in it you know that lean wasn’t real and you were sipping it ramble