[Intro] Ridin' wit my chopper I'mma beat him like his father Now there's blood on my Giuseppe's I don't like no fuckin' Prada Fuck he say, the fuck he say? Fuck that nigga say?
[Verse 1] Ridin' with my chopper I'mma beat him like his father Now there's blood on my Giuseppe's I don't like no fuckin' pradas Put a knife up on my tec Little FaceTime little Skype up for my tech And it all happened right up on my set SOS look like her for my tec She give me top right before I jet I need a yacht right before my jet I smoke some dope right before I jet Man, blast his ass then forget Glo gang them my jits aye Octane right here I'm not saying what I did Look at my watch Johnny God damn We gon smoke it all Catch him in an open field that's an open fall Bitch I will never fail or turn my fail to fall I promise I'm not seeing y'all or hearing y'all I get my karats flossed Flexing like Dave the barbarian This what I'm wearing yall My chain win chains by experience yall Smoking swishers Counting money getting blisters Handle your man we will fix you All red right now I'm no Clifford Cause I'm a dog, when it comes to fucking bitches Cooling with my fans and taking pictures And I got my pistol for them niggas Imma a pistol fuck them niggas What you see? Pistols popping nigga Your cars on E fill em up little nigga Your squad on D get em up little nigga I got my feelings tucked little nigga Right where my pistol tucked little nigga