(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)
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
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?)
´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
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
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