That ain't the switch, that's the money counter

Yung Chop Wop

All these drugs I take, they got me tweakin', switchin' my mood

AR-15, make it shake, shell catcher

I ain't givin' em clues,

16 with a G-17, yea I took the blicky to school

I was waitin' on a **** to play that day, I was ready to clear out the room, Ayy it get hectic in my city, lil' ****, you must ain't hearin' the news

Yung Chop Wop, I'm a mechanic, I go on a drill and work out with the tool

Told her, her pussy don't excite me, bitch stop sendin' me nudes

You might think I got bad manners when I pull up I'm drippin' in Rhude

Ayy, when I hop on the beat, I abuse it Ayy, chopper kick when it hit, that's sweet chin music

**** play with the gang, he get smoked like a doobie

**** mad he can't bathe with his jewelry

Bring me that switch, boy you get left with a bruising

Yung Chop Wop really official with sticks, the military tryin' to recruit me

Know I really get busy with that firearm

Still lit, somebody pull a fire alarm

Finna blow like a terrorist with nine bombs

He got hit in his back, now he spine numb

Them is not VV boy them rhinestones, She givin' me brain, get her mind blown

I get flyer then five drones

Backwood look like a pine cone

Drip overseas, switch the time zone Rockin' Number 9 with a nine on me

Chop Tupac, all eyes on me

Get so fly, I can glide, homie

Got his head sprayed, so he died homie Got that blicky on me, I am not lonely

She suck it good, she got snot on it

Really run the beat, I can trot on it

Yeah, got that fire on me now, I ain't gotta go back to the crib

Ayy, 7.62 went straight to his stomach and left out the back of his ribs

Ayy, they thinking shit sweet, till I cut off his head and send his shit back where he live

I flushed all the perkys away, but somehow I still got back on the pills

Yeah, I'm tweakin' and geekin', I get so high, I go talk to myself in the mirror

Yeah, I'm on edge right now, ****, play and get hit with a spear

Yeah, everybody around me strapped, if you ain't got one then you can't come near

Yeah, beat a bitch down from the back, yeah, she tryna run, tell the bitch come here

I got a dollar, hey, hey, hey,

Walk down with that chopper, I spray that K

They watchin' my moves, I ain't playin' charades

And that chopper a cutter tryna knock off his fade

**** play with that bread, get smushed like pancakes

We get the bread and we spread it like mayonnaise

**** gon' die if he play with lil Wiggle, Slimane, BlueJay, the Loner, or Lanza

Unh, yeah no yap

Ayy, Yung Chop don't do no cap

Ayy, I'll get on ya head like some naps

Ayy, I just hopped on the beat and I snapped

Ayy, I just hopped out the car with that yeah

Ayy, I just hopped out the car let it clap