[NLE Choppa] I ain´t gon´ say too much when a nigga speakin´ on that hot shit (Yeah) Fuck the police ´cause them bitches ain´t gon´ stop shit (They ain´t stoppin´ shit) Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin´ popped quick (Huh, huh, get it) Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I´m a cockpit (Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it) Posted on Camelot (Huh), wit´ a hundred-some shottas (Shottas) I be swimmin´ wit´ the sharks, lil´ nigga, you a lobster (Lobster) Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin´ on some pasta (Some pasta) And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas (Yeah, yeah, rrah)
[NLE Choppa] My niggas trappin´ out the bando (Huh), shoutout to the Migos (The Migos) If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (Yeah, yeah, brrah) The trap always open, bitch, we ain´t never closed (Never closed) We movin´ them packs and we movin´ them kilos Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch (Huh, huh) Got a hundred-some drums like a band in this bitch (Pop, pop, pop, pop) Man, she keep on bitchin´, all that naggin´ and shit (All that naggin´ and shit) Ho, shut the fuck up and just gag on this dick (Yeah, yeah) I´m a side nigga, and I love when she swallow If a nigga say something, hit him wit´ a hollow
That Glizzy knock ya meat out ya taco (Ya taco) Flexin´ on these bitches, they call me Johnny Bravo School of hard knocks (Yeah), let me take you to class (Huh) My bitch is real skinny, but she got a lot of ass (Huh, huh, yeah, yeah) I love counting money, I get a lot of cash (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) If you try to take it from me, his toe gon´ have a tag (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[NLE Choppa] I ain´t gon´ say too much when a nigga speakin´ on that hot shit Fuck the police ´cause them bitches ain´t gon´ stop shit Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin´ popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I´m a cockpit Posted on Camelot (Huh), wit´ a hundred-some shottas (Shottas) I be swimmin´ wit´ the sharks, lil´ nigga, you a lobster Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin´ on some pasta And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
[BlocBoy JB] I ain´t gon´ say too much, really, I been posted on some block shit (Block shit) Gang member, but they got a nigga in the mosh pit (What?) Blue faces all in my pocket, check how I mop shit (Grip) I drop shit, opps see me in person, change the topic
I´m on Camelot with Choppa, we got choppas (Whoa) No Burger King but we gon´ whop ya, you won´t make it to the doctor (Rrah, rrah, doom, doom, doom) You know I´m married to the cake, I need a bih like Betty Crocker (Betty Crocker) Try to rob me, that´s a nada (Nada), no OVO, I got the Drac´ and it´s a problem I´m in LA kicking shit with Mr. Morgan (Ha) You ain´t gettin´ money, nigga, then you´re boring (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I just called the hit and told my niggas kick your door in (Door in) They twenty deep, we thirty deep, no backup, bring some more in
[Yo Gotti] Who am I? (Huh?) Big Gotti (Yeah), for the record, I´m worth fifty mil´
All my lil´ homies millionaires and my whole city´ll kill for me Camelot, my bitch scam a lot (Swipe) CMG, this shit gangster, respect it like we Rap-A-Lot (Beep) In the kitchen with the pot, I´m more saucy than a drop Half a mil´, Richard Mille that´s a crib on the watch Money high like helicopters, people play and we gon´ chopper Her ass fat, that from the doctors, ???[2:30] (Yuh)
[Moneybagg Yo] Been breaking bitches, call me Moneybagg Pimpin´ (Big bag) Hit it then skate, I´m a black Bart Simpson (Skrrt)
Lambo doors up in the middle of the trenches (No) Breaking down pounds, losing weight, I´m slimmin´ (Work out) ???[2:45], we got lows, you keep the chromes (Boom) Reaching for my charm, that Draco knock off your arm (Brr) Inhalin´ all this smoke, fuck what it´s doing to my lungs My lil´ Philly bitch so messy I´m through fuckin´ with that jawn
[NLE Choppa] I ain´t gon´ say too much when a nigga speakin´ on that hot shit Fuck the police ´cause them bitches ain´t gon´ stop shit Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin´ popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I´m a cockpit Posted on Camelot wit´ a hundred-some shottas I be swimmin´ wit´ the sharks, lil´ nigga, you a lobster Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin´ on some pasta And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas