Yeah, uh, bitch, I'ma lay him down Catch that ****, walk him by himself

I'ma walk him down, **** think they tough Yeah, boy, watch your fucking mouth

Shoot that boy in the fucking crowd Don't make a sound, chopper, gotta silence

Huh We gon' come through with a motherfucking chopper

I ain't talking bout a fucking helicopter We gon' sneak under bed like a motherfucking

Monster We got so many guns, they thought it was

Prop guns Saw that **** Thomas at the motherfucking

Krogers He ran from us, even my cousin and Ant can

Vouch for us We got so many classic

Automatic guns look like the mafia We gon' cook that **** up like some fucking

Tilapia Fry him up like some fish, leave him in a ditch

Chopper hit him so hard, it knocked him out his fit

Yeah, tell me why you little **** hiding

They ain't tryna be outside when them real

Killers start sliding Yeah, cause they leave him faceless

Or they leave his ass with a facelift How many fucking times do I gotta tell you

My crew is dangerous? We'll go up there and clear the whole scene

Yeah, that chopper hit his heart, they trying get that bitch to beat

That drum kicking like it got some fucking feet

Call him and all his **** a flock cause they love to flee

Yeah, flee the scene Who the fuck this **** think he is, I got my

Beam And I'll switch my flow like I was baby in

2019 You is not a stepper, I'ma cause a motherfucking

Scene Finger itch like a motherfucking fiend

Grab the glock, 43 Cut the switch on with the green

Be my fuck your mane, ho I think her name was like Christine

Yeah, that bitch name was Christine She was sipping on lean, so I shot her in her

Spleen Now that lil **** is running the block, so

I had to clear the scene I fucked on his main thot, she know I carry

A bean Sike, nah you know I cannot mess with no more

Of these hoes Cause my girl would go up there and stand

Ten fucking toes Yeah, my girl stand her own ground

She don't got no hesitation when she letting off that 40 round

This for any **** that try to play it like a goofy or a clown

That chopper hit your heart and it'll send you underground

Lil ****, know I keep my finger on my trigger

It was snowy and cold outside, think it was

December Yeah, I'm staying with that heat all winter

So go check your mailbox cause they call me the sender

Bitch, know I'm riding round with my switch I flip **** on the

E-way and he ended up in a ditch

I told bro what's gonna happen if he go on and snitch

Now I got one of my **** to go fuck on his bitch

Yeah, that lil **** should've kept his mouth closed

If he did, then he wouldn't be on the side of the road

That lil **** really tried to play me like a fucking hoe

So I had to end his story on that fucking road

Lil ****, yeah, lil ****, yeah, lil ****

Ending on that road, chopper hit his heart It'll turn his ass cold