Letras
Yeah, haha
Yeah, haha
Yeah, haha
Yeah, haha
I just got that choppa on my side, shoot like Popeye
Nigga wanna talk to us, bless him, make him fly high
Me and my wifey, you know that we got it, she my bride
Last tried to talk all on my name and I sighed
Big racks, I'ma count it up
I keep a big gat if he fuck with us
Not with the chit-chat, please just shut it up
And I'ma freestyle, I'ma blick it up
Why you stay up on my dick 'for, huh?
Like go dig a ditch, bro
'Cause you hatin' 'cause I'm him, though
See me laughin' 'cause you trip, bro
Man, you should get a grip, though
Why my name stay up in your mouth like some Listerine?
Don't make me bring the gang, jump you like it's trampoline
And you fuckin' know I'ma hit you clean
(And you fuckin' know I'ma hit you clean) I just got that choppa on my side
Shoot like Popeye, nigga wanna talk to us
Bless him, make him fly high
Me and my wifey, you know that we got it, she my bride
Last tried to talk all on my name and I sighed
Big racks, I'ma count it up
I keep a big gat if he fuck with us
Not with the chit-chat, please just shut it up
And I'ma freestyle, I'ma blick it up