BEDROCKER! lyrics

[Verse 1: Mak Sauce]
And I
Just popped and E, I'm somewhere rolling off this ecstasy
I'm geeked off Telsa pills like Elon Musk, done got the best of me
Stack up that cabbage, I wrap up that cabbage, I stack up that cabbage and blow it again
Walk up the steps and I'm fly as a [?], 2 bad hoes on when I'm boarding the jet
Chopsticks, board the jet
He want pressure, get him wet
2 C's on little chelsea like I bought her a Cha-nay-nay bag
Michael Jordan, body bag his ass
He play, we wrap his ass
n*gga get toe tagged, oh yea
Told her to throw it back, go 'head
Master P, f*ck that sh*t I'm balling with no limit
Copped a Bentley then I wrecked it
Got Baguetties on my necklace
Baguetti spaghetti
Run up my watch, fitted
Don't eat green but I get to that lettuce
Hopped inside that Hellcat and I hauled ass
Bozo swing that chopper like a ball bag (all flats)
When I dip the wings, crispy cream, boneless wings and things
Put your chin right on this spleen and have that pus*y n*gga sleep
f*ck it, I go all in
Burberry with the dark tint
What he said?
f*ck that, bring his head tomorrow
Real deal popper, I hit the chopper
Sauce, no Walka
No Zoey, but Dollaz
Feel like a pimp, I'ma pop my collar
Cake, Betty Crocker
Heart stopper
With that chopper
Better duck when we bust it
Rock-a-bye, leave him concussion
I take the cap off his blueberry muffin
Hold on wait
Met her once and f*cked her face
Ándale
He'll get clapped like patty cake, patty cake
Mak where you at
Riding through LA with sticks and k's
[Chorus: Mak Sauce]
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
f*ck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pus*y n*gga said something
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
f*ck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pus*y n*gga said something

[Verse 2: Chris King]
Keeping Glocks [?]
And we giving the hospital bed pain
[?]
[?] new Vlone, Lieutenant Dan
[?]
I pop a perc, it's a 10, it's a decadence
Bet this bullet be lighter than breath of wind
[?] and the brand new Benz
[?] designer luggage
On the baggage claim where you might get discovered
The cup went off-road and that b*tch is muddy
Sliding like jelly and peanut butter
I make it look easy, it's nothing
I slide on an opp like he said something 'bout my mama
[?], I keep it on me
[?]
[Chorus: Mak Sauce]
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
f*ck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pus*y n*gga said something
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
f*ck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pus*y n*gga said something

[Verse 3: 5ive]
Excuse me, beg your pardon
I thought a pus*y n*gga really said something
Truth be told I ain't got time to hold a conversation unless I'm getting bread from it
n*ggas always tryna c*ck-block so I c*ck-block and bust lead from it
pus*y n*gga I'ma top shotter on my block
n*gga, you just [?] running
I just shoot a couple racks off to them goons and they get the [?]
You ain't get what I said, dummy?
Go get that n*gga
Fresher than a b*tch, I'm walking with the clique, I got a semi on my hip
If a n*gga trip I up it off my hip and empty out the whole clip
pus*y n*gga trip, I'm jumping out the whip and you can bet it's going down
Go get that n*gga
[Chorus: Mak Sauce]
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
f*ck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pus*y n*gga said something
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
f*ck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pus*y n*gga said something