Major Payne lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, chop', n*gga, this b*tch'll—, ayy
(G, I think we got one) Thirty on that Glock, n*gga, snatch off the stock, yeah
f*ck the cops, n*gga, this sh*t won't stop, n*gga (I ain't finna tell y'all how Ron got away with this sh*t)
b*tch, I'm a soldier, Major Payne, hey (Yeen give me sh*t, n*gga, how the f*ck you wan' eat off my plate?)
Me and you n*ggas ain't the same
(Tired of all this creep sh*t, if you don't f*ck with me, then stay out my face) f*cking lame
Mm, ayy, mm

[Chorus]
We been outchea, all you lil' n*ggas late
Yeen give me sh*t, n*gga, how the f*ck you wan' eat off my plate?
Tired of all this creep sh*t, if you don't f*ck with me, then stay out my face
We all got the same twenty-four hours, I don't know why they hating (The f*ck?)
I just bought a chop', n*gga (Hahaha), this b*tch'll chop n*ggas (Glaow)
Thirty on that Glock, n*gga (Huh?), snatch off the stock, yeah
And screaming, "f*ck the cops," n*gga, this sh*t won't stop, n*gga, yeah (f*ck 'em, ayy, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
And f*ck all the opps, n*gga, take off your top (f*ck 'em, ayy, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm a soldier, Major Payne (What?), b*tch, I'ma blow and change the game (What?)
That stick was made in Spain (Glaow), me and you n*ggas ain't the same
Your ass gon' need a poncho, 7.62's, it come like rain (Ayy, b*tch, it come like rain)
Stressing at a young age (What?), I pop Percs to help the pain, yeah (Ayy, I pop f*cking Percs)
Youngins outchea wilding, dress myself, I don't need no stylist
I been looking at houses, my opp just touched his first thousand
I been sitting back smiling, all this money, it just keep piling (Money piling)
Promise I won't stop 'til I'm flying private with my own island (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
That sh*t you selling, I ain't buying (Huh?), sip liq', this ain't no wine
Stop hating, that sh*t is a crime, I ain't never dropped no dime, yeah
You ain't never slung no iron, yeah, they say, "Jit, you one a kind" (Huh?)
I'm the truth, I'd be lying (Yeah), this sh*t easy, I ain't even trying, ayy
[Chorus]
We been outchea, all you lil' n*ggas late
Yeen give me sh*t, n*gga, how the f*ck you wan' eat off my plate?
Tired of all this creep sh*t, if you don't f*ck with me, then stay out my face
We all got the same twenty-four hours, I don't know why they hating (The f*ck?)
I just bought a chop', n*gga (Hahaha), this b*tch'll chop n*ggas (Glaow)
Thirty on that Glock, n*gga (Huh?), snatch off the stock, yeah
And screaming, "f*ck the cops," n*gga, this sh*t won't stop, n*gga, yeah (f*ck 'em, ayy, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
And f*ck all the opps, n*gga, take off your top (f*ck 'em, ayy, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)

[Outro]
Mm, mm, outchea wilding
Mm, dress myself, I don't need no stylist
Mm, all this money piling
My opps—, my opp just touched his first thousand, mm