All my choppas got them beams
Make yo' block look like laser tag
Kick up in yo' crib, pray to God that you might make it back
Plug text back, said the Thrax in a paper bag
Pick it up, take it back then my gang back on attack
Four-five cut yo' ass to pieces like a lumberjack
Fifty shots in this Glock-nine with the drum attached
If I pass the work then I hope you not gon' fumble that
Predator, I just seen some prey up in my habitat
Nigga think he hard, but he sweet just like a Sour Patch
This Glocky make him shake, nigga thought he had a heart attack
I whip out the stick, he got to runnin' like a running back
Runnin' like a treadmill, get popped like a red pill
I can't sip yo' lean unless I gotta crack the damn seal
One call get you murked and I'll be sleepin' in my bed still
A ho won't make me happy but some gas and some success will, gang
Oh my God, oh my God
She wanna fuck me and the squad
Take her hair off of the knot
If I takeoff, I'm not comin' down
If I takeoff, we ready to bounce
I'm in this bitch with 'em all, okay
They know I'm holdin' them down, yeah
Fuck nigga, run up, get torched
Fuck nigga, run up, get torched
Fuck on that hoe then abort
Yeah, I got that hoe callin' the Lord
You fuck with the gang and we uppin' the score
FN bullets galore, FN bullets galore
FN bullets galore, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love my choppa, I love my choppa
All my choppas got them beams
Make yo' block look like laser tag
Kick up in yo' crib, pray to God that you might make it back
Plug text back, said the Thrax in a paper bag
Pick it up, take it back then my gang back on attack
Four-five cut yo' ass to pieces like a lumberjack
Fifty shots in this Glock-nine with the drum attached
If I pass the work then I hope you not gon' fumble that