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(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) Brr
Anybody go against the gang is real bad karma with them choppers
You dig?
Chasers
Woah, uh
Niggas know who run the city, I'm like, "Yeah-yeah"
Gave my sister platinum Amex card, was just on welfare
My dog had asked me to bring the AR out, and I'm like, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)
Y'all only be poppin' out at the club 'cause y'all know 12 there
Still step on you like twelve stairs (Let's get it)
Anybody go against the gang is real bad karma with them choppers
You dig?
Chasers
Woah, uh
Niggas know who run the city, I'm like, "Yeah-yeah"
Gave my sister platinum Amex card, was just on welfare
My dog had asked me to bring the AR out, and I'm like, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)
Y'all only be poppin' out at the club 'cause y'all know 12 there
Still step on you like twelve stairs (Let's get it)
I can't take no more
Catch a rapper and snatch him out his jewels 'cause I can't fake no more
Ridin' with some shit, R-C-O-D, can't even play no more
You swing on me, my dog attack
That switch hit 'til it don't spray no more, he emptied that
I'm from Philly, backdoor, we get into that (Philly)
I would really whack you 'bout that shit you said on the internet (No cap)
Richard Millie, right there in the trenches where we sinnin' at
He tried cut through the alley and got smoked right where the fences at
They don't know where my mental at (They don't)
I think niggas think it's sweet 'cause I've been givin' back
Catch a rapper and snatch him out his jewels 'cause I can't fake no more
Ridin' with some shit, R-C-O-D, can't even play no more
You swing on me, my dog attack
That switch hit 'til it don't spray no more, he emptied that
I'm from Philly, backdoor, we get into that (Philly)
I would really whack you 'bout that shit you said on the internet (No cap)
Richard Millie, right there in the trenches where we sinnin' at
He tried cut through the alley and got smoked right where the fences at
They don't know where my mental at (They don't)
I think niggas think it's sweet 'cause I've been givin' back
Call cuzzo, "Take them rentals back"
Yeah, where them niggas that been poppin' all that big boy shit?
Brand new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah (Brr)
Who wanna go to war?
Show way too much love to all these niggas, I can't even show no more
Put this bitch on seventeen PJs, that ain't your ho no more
Send the blitz, them killers come with that switch, so they can't blow no more
Brr, blow it, yeah
Lately, I been like, "Fuck niggas" (For what?)
Yeah, where them niggas that been poppin' all that big boy shit?
Brand new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah (Brr)
Who wanna go to war?
Show way too much love to all these niggas, I can't even show no more
Put this bitch on seventeen PJs, that ain't your ho no more
Send the blitz, them killers come with that switch, so they can't blow no more
Brr, blow it, yeah
Lately, I been like, "Fuck niggas" (For what?)
'Cause I don't trust niggas
Cut 'em off, I don't fuck with 'em, must be a fuck nigga
Big Phantom in the trenches, feel like a truck, nigga
I can fuck for free, but done give her racks 'cause I fuck with her
Million dollar in jewelry, I rock Louis with my dance with it
She act like a groupie, I get stupid on her, won't hit it
I fear no nigga, I'm here, four killers
No tellin' how I'm comin', it might be Cullinan or a four-wheeler
She ain't tellin' that we fuckin' 'cause she can tell that I got more bitches
More Glocks, more switches, trappin' off of Forbes lists
Cut 'em off, I don't fuck with 'em, must be a fuck nigga
Big Phantom in the trenches, feel like a truck, nigga
I can fuck for free, but done give her racks 'cause I fuck with her
Million dollar in jewelry, I rock Louis with my dance with it
She act like a groupie, I get stupid on her, won't hit it
I fear no nigga, I'm here, four killers
No tellin' how I'm comin', it might be Cullinan or a four-wheeler
She ain't tellin' that we fuckin' 'cause she can tell that I got more bitches
More Glocks, more switches, trappin' off of Forbes lists
Yeah, and these niggas don't want no war with us
Posted up in the trench, I got that chop' right by the store with us
I get to lockin' in like I went broke when I need more millions
More money, more killers, shit just make me more vicious
I flew her out on a one-way, ain't been back 'cause she on tour with us
Yeah, where them niggas that been poppin' all that big boy shit?
Brand new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah (Brr)
Who wanna go to war?
Show way too much love to all these niggas, I can't even show no more
Posted up in the trench, I got that chop' right by the store with us
I get to lockin' in like I went broke when I need more millions
More money, more killers, shit just make me more vicious
I flew her out on a one-way, ain't been back 'cause she on tour with us
Yeah, where them niggas that been poppin' all that big boy shit?
Brand new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah (Brr)
Who wanna go to war?
Show way too much love to all these niggas, I can't even show no more
Put this bitch on seventeen PJs, that ain't your ho no more
Send the blitz, them killers come with that switch, so they can't blow no more
Brr, blow it, yeah
Send the blitz, them killers come with that switch, so they can't blow no more
Brr, blow it, yeah
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