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[Intro]
Roy, you get me angry

[Chorus]
Playful, I'm too active, chopper gon' eat out your heart
Then I'm gon' smack your b*tch ass with the back of the gun
Then I'm crackin' heads just like a card (Bang)
Thinkin' you're slick, well, I already spotted your ass
I'ma shoot your b*tch-ass from afar
Swear it was one of him, now I see two of that guy
'Cause that chopper, it split him apart (Ayy)
b*tches, they love me, they tip me, I'm high
Me and my Glock, we two peas in the pod (Two peas in the pod)
I hit one button, the coupe, it gon' start
Off a whole eight of Wock' got me fallin' apart (It's Wop)
di*k on the stick when I look up and crack at your head
Boy, that chopper, it love to applaud
Thinking you seein', but no, no, really, you don't
You dreamin', it's all a facade

[Verse]
Sippin' that Wock', I need to stop
'Cause that's all I see when I pee (Ayy, Wop)
Might just get top in the back of the Uber, nope, I bended that sh*t (Ayy)
Pull out the Porsches, Lamb', 'Raris, and Rovers, and Bentleys and sh*t
Actin' strange, your money ain't sh*t
You know you ain't spendin' that sh*t (f*ck you)
You play, we gon' chop off your arm
We play with them tools like we work for a farm
b*tch, you blew up your trap with a bomb (Boom)
On that Taliban sh*t, b*tch, I feel like Saddam
Got a scope on that stick 'cause I love when they run
Blood gush when they scream, I'ma cut off they tongue
We don't tolerate sh*t, f*ck n*gga get hung
We from them ashes, they air out big guns (Ugh)
[Chorus]
Playful, I'm too active, chopper gon' eat out your heart
Then I'm gon' smack your b*tch ass with the back of the gun
Then I'm crackin' heads just like a card (Ayy)
Thinkin' you're slick, well, I already spotted your ass
I'ma shoot your b*tch-ass from afar (Pew-pew-pew, ugh)
Swear it was one of him, now I see two of that guy
'Cause that chopper, it split him apart (Ayy)
b*tches, they love me, they tip me, I'm high
Me and my Glock, we two peas in the pod (Pod)
I hit one button, the coupe, it gon' start
Off a whole eight of Wock' got me fallin' apart (Ugh)
di*k on the stick when I look up and crack at your head
Boy, that chopper, it love to applaud (Pew-pew-pew, ugh)
Thinking you seein', but no, no, really, you don't
You dreamin', it's all a facade (It's Wop)