FRACTION lyrics

[Chorus]
Say you a real shoota? but you ain't shot sh*t
Ridin 'round the city n*gga, and i got a yop stick
Ridin with a bad b*tch, and we getting mad rich
Tryna cop a [?] n*gga, so you know im taxin
On that Klan Klan sh*t, getting bags in
Choppa cut his ass to half like he was a fraction
Ion want the monkeypox, hell nah i ain't matchin
f*ck this big booty b*tch, had that ass clappin

[Verse]
She make it clap like magic
I got the chopstick on me, so this sh*t get nasty
These n*ggas fake as f*ck, i compare [?] to plastic
You know i dunk the [?] like a maverick
I ain't average, hell nah i ain't average (Woah Woah)
Getting to the money n*gga, gotta have it (Woah Woah)
Gotta get them fyes up, gotta have em (Woah Woah)
And im boolin with the champs out in tampa

[Chorus]
Say you a real shoota? but you ain't shot sh*t
Ridin 'round the city n*gga, and i got a yop stick
Ridin with a bad b*tch, and we getting mad rich
Tryna cop a [?] n*gga, so you know im taxin
On that Klan Klan sh*t, getting bags in
Choppa cut his ass to half like he was a fraction
Ion want the monkeypox, hell nah i ain't [?]
f*ck this big booty b*tch, had that ass clappin