Chopper Season lyrics

[Intro: $CRIM, Producer Tag & Trap-A-Holics]
Yeah (This a $crim beat)
I'm high as f*ck, leggo
West Bank, aah! (Trap-A-Holics!)
Drug Flow 2, yeah
Uh-huh, oh, and I made the beat (Woo! Damn, son, where'd you find this?)

[Verse 1]
Got that sour diesel in a double cup (Yeah!)
Smoke and drank every day, I get high as f*ck (Woop!)
Bands in my pocket, grab that pistol and I c*ck it (Rrah!)
All that buckin', hope you bluffin' before I go and pop it (Rrah!)
I tried to let these pus*y boys eat (Woop!)
Now it's time to put these boys to sleep (Woop!)
pus*y boys always wanna talk (Yeah!)
Swear I'm Jesus Christ with my f*cking cross (Aah!)
I can smell them pussies from a mile away (Woop!)
Shooting his ass, f*ck his b*tch then go and drive away (Woop!)
Pops locked up in a f*ckin' cage
Three thousand days before I see his face (Yeah!)
Roll up on you, get your Chevy sprayed (Rrah!)
I'm riding shotty in that candy paint (Uh!)
I know these hoes wanna see me fall
It's Chopper Season motherf*cker it's that murder town (Woop! Woop!)
I tried to let these pus*y boys eat (Yeah!)
That A-K make 'em all extinct (Sssh!)
Put a thousand on your head make this boy a bounty (Woop!)
I'm a West Bank rapper all my homies bout it, bout it (Bout it, bout it)
Get them bricks by the carload (Yeah!)
OG, pills, heroin, and that white girl
Kick a door down, I'm shaking down your condo (Woop!)
Shoot that pus*y in the head and let his hoes go (Yeah!)
[Hook]
I started from the f*ckin' bottom (Woop!)
Now I'm a motherf*ckin' problem (Woop!)
Me and Dirt ridin' in the Lexus (Woop!)
I'ma hold you down, dog, like they don't remember (Woop!)
I started from the f*ckin' bottom (Woop!)
Now I'm a motherf*ckin' problem (Woop!)
Me and Dirt ridin' in the Lexus (Woop!)
I'ma hold you down, dog, like they don't remember (Woop!)

[Verse 2]
Give my b*tch a couple hunnid get her nails done (Yeah!)
She know if she ride with me she get what she want
'Cause I started from the motherf*ckin' bottom (Aah!)
G*59 now I'm a f*ckin' problem (Woop!)
I hear the same pus*y boys hatin' (Woop!)
Cuzzo coming for their head just stay patient (Rrah!)
I made a killin' milkin' Mandeville (Uh-huh!)
Talkin' bands, just from slangin' pills (Uh-huh!)
Popped a molly now that b*tch sweatin' (Woop!)
Or is it cause I'm steady flexin' (Yeah!)
I tried to let you boys eat (Aah!)
I pray that all you pus*y boys decease (Aah!)

[Hook]
I started from the f*ckin' bottom (Woop!)
Now I'm a motherf*ckin' problem (Woop!)
Me and Dirt ridin' in the Lexus (Woop!)
I'ma hold you down, dog, like they don't remember (Woop!)