Bitch, I don't like to talk
I get my bands and I walk
I heard you was a bitch
Yeah you is a pussy
You talk to the cops
Chop
Chop
Chop it up
We steady running a red light
We heard you ain't get your bread right
Choppa gonna get him
There's a whole Lotta rounds
There's a whole Lotta rounds
There's a whole Lotta rounds
There's a whole Lotta rounds
I'mma ride in a coupe
He talk on my name
We gonna make him a fool
His thot dance like dirty Diana
She in love
But I ain't tryna cuff her
I how many bands I got
Man a couple
How many racks you got
I got double
He tried to run
But he know that he fumbled
Choppa gon get him
We send him to hell
Lil bitch we too up
It's me and frazer nigga, who else?
We countin' guap
It's me and frazer nigga, who else?
Me and frazer yeah
And no one talking when 'em racks involved yeah
And no one talking when 'em stacks involved yeah
You niggas quiet when we do it all
You niggas quiet when we win it all
And you gon pull up lemme hash it out
And you was talking tough you crashin' now
Yeah, and now you fell off but you talking out
You steady fell of but you talking loud
Yeah lil bitch we too up
It's me and frazer nigga, who else?
We countin' guap
It's me and frazer nigga, who else?
Me and frazer yeah