Young Chopper (ha, ha)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy)

Ayy, check it out, ****

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-

Money keep pilin', this shit ain't stoppin'

These bitch **** plottin', got you loadin' choppers

Don't trip, my ****

I was that same **** (still that **** too, though), I know

I was that same ****, yeah, ayy, ayy

You ready for static, you totin' that 'matic

Got bows in the attic, so shit can get tragic

I know, my ****, I was that same **** (uh-huh)

Yeah, I was that same **** (that same ****), ayy, ayy, ayy

The feds want you and your whole crew, don't know what to do

They callin' on you, shit sick as the flu

I was that same **** (yeah), I know

I was that same ****, ayy, ayy, ayy

If they touch you, them **** through

Get sacks like Suh, we pick out suits, don't ask, just shoot

I'm still that same ****, I know

I'm still that same ****, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Man, I grew up in straight public housing

And wasn't shit about us spoiled but our milk probably

Remember White Mack from Tuxedo damn near shot me

Got in a shootout on his porch, and I was right there watchin'

Was in the streets, you was just by 'em like the fire hydrant

Rest in peace Six, you had me listenin' to Ron Isley

Still the same, ain't nothin' changed but the zip codes, auntie

**** hatin', I'm makin' sure I load the chopper properly

This shit 'bout green, money, fetti, ****, spinach, broccoli

Bro in the A, got his bitch all into Fame and Follies

Icy as shit, hoes slidin' like they playin' hockey

If you weren't here before the fans came, don't come around me

Let 'em know, keep it gangster solid, that thing with tape around it

That gang, we don't play about it, ain't shit you can say about it

My **** gon' lay about it, no if, ands, buts, in-betweens

Hop out and spray it, partner, headshot, he gon' need the doctor

Ayy, slow the car down, I'ma get out and do a drive-by shootin'

Pull the bitch out with the titties on it like came straight from Hooters

Should've got full rides but re-ride with a squad full of shooters

It's bad if you hidin', now we mad and aimin' at medullas

Danny Glover, bitch, we lethal, all my stripes like Adidas

Better yet, bitch, the beagles, shittin' on 'em like a seagull

Unc', he used to drive the Regal, and I used to want to be him

'Til I seen a **** beat him, see you wouldn't want to be you, money

Money keep pilin', this shit ain't stoppin'

These bitch **** plottin', got you loadin' choppers

Don't trip, my ****, I was that same ****, I know

I was that same ****, yeah, ayy, ayy

You ready for static, you totin' that 'matic

Got bows in the attic, so shit can get tragic

I know, my ****, I was that same ****

Yeah, I was that same ****, ayy, ayy, ayy

The feds want you and your whole crew, don't know what to do

They callin' on you, shit sick as the flu

I was that same ****, I know

I was that same ****, ayy, ayy, ayy

If they touch you, them **** through

Get sacks like Suh, we pick out suits, don't ask, just shoot

I'm still that same ****, I know

I'm still that same ****, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy