My brother Big E He keep that chopper on his shoulder (He keep that chop)
Oh, he a soldier (Oh, he´ll pop a nigga) My brother 3Three (Baow) He get the drop so I can fold ya (Oh, that beat bangin´, nigga) I thought I told ya
Hold on, my wife not mine Got diamonds on and that´ll blind ya Pussy nigga, I been grindin´, I been shinin´ I done fucked my bag up (Huh), and I ain´t scared to tell nobody I´m gon´ have another sixty M´s in my pocket ´fore next year end Play with Top, way quick, they pop your top, know they get killed, man Got her out her top, your bitch a bop, gone off that santan Got no time for these hoes pussy poppin´, where my money, man?
Know the FBI been tryna stop me, I need VPN Bitch better quit that poppin´ ´fore you fuck around, get your mans spinned Know my youngin poppin´, bitch, I cut up like a madman Outside, bitch, we poppin´, bitch, we poppin´, spin that Yeat again Hit your block with switches, then we repeat like a ceiling fan We fill up at Conoco, walk ´round with that Calico, we got all type of poles ´Fore I blast you, strike a pose, bitch, watch your soul go Strike him with this bitch, that cutter flashin´ like T Romo Cut up like my daddy, bitch, Montana kill you, you want smoke Bitch, float your boat, you better not choke, boy, you a ho
Bitch, we gon´ beat the last side, we´re still together, that´s how it go R.I.P. Dump, now I done seen this once before Yeah, ain´t no problem, I say
My brother Big E He keep that chopper on his shoulder Oh, he a soldier My brother 3Three He get the drop so I can fold ya I thought I told ya Y´all boys want beef We catch you slippin´ and we dome ya We walk down on ya, look
Hit the bitch in his face like back to back They won´t realize him and that´s facts We turn your son into a pack, we blew his noggin
Bitch, this gravedigger mode, I can´t wait for Stunna Island I´m recordin´ right now, do a song, and, bitch, it´s perfect stimulizin´ They won´t put that pistol on me, they use papers to decline me Bitch, I´m thuggin´, I´ll send them slimes to fuck up your whole climate She was fucked up, buy her a sugar bag and I won´t tell nobody He was fucked up ´bout that sugar bag, couldn´t pay his hit deposit Play with me, but Meechy got me bad, so I gotta call up Brasi He still fucked up, he wan´ talk ´bout ads and how he beat up pockets After all I see, I got this, my watch glisten, they gon´ watch this
I been thinkin´ I might need to go put caskets on my eyelids Earlobes got shovels, and my G-Wag´ got that B in it Step inside my lane, best come with pain, bitch, you get beat it Weekends, I need my paper strong, wife need to hit Spain for a weekend Bitch, find a plug around, don´t come back home until we deep in I ain´t nowhere good, you´re gone I need you back, don´t do no creepin´ These niggas holdin´ me down, I need to find me another rich friend Shit, I need to sell some hitmans Get contracts changed to contrast No, you couldn´t stand up to that four-five, you died, you stupid dumbass
On my side, you get no pass Tote big fires with green flags We hop out, better run fast Nigga, yeah
My brother Big E He keep that chopper on his shoulder Oh, he a soldier My brother 3Three He get the drop so I can fold ya I thought I told ya, yeah