[Verse 1}
Pulled up, in the Lamb wit the sticks (Yah, Yah)
Gang wit me so you know we tote clips (What, What)
Fu n*gga tryna' run up his licks. Ran off, whole lot of his sh*t
Bans out here, straight selling them xans. Smoking pounds, so you know I live rich
[Verse 2]
Mad know that I stole all yo sh*t (You Mad? You Mad?)
Man down, still stole off his bricks (Skirt, Skirt)
Stick sh*t, so you know I hit licks. Nine on me, shootin nine hollow tips
Pole on me, aim it right at yo lip. Lazer beam so you know it's gone hit
[Verse 3]
Bad bih thats straight sucking my di*k (Sloppy, Sloppy)
Skippin' school, tryna run up some bread (What, What)
Gang wit me, so a f*ck n*gga dead. 16 now, straight dodging the feds
f*ck n*gga, he ain't reppin' that red (What, What)
[Verse 4}
f*ck n*ggas on that f*ck n*gga team. Pulling up, at the corner of Reams
Shooting now, like "Excellent" green. Shooting greens, like Steve Nash in my genes
[Chorus]
The Choppaaaaa
[Verse 5}
Sippin' on Lean, that's forever my thing. Blue's Clues, like I'm losing my jeans
Robin Jeans, like I'm robbing yo team
Stealing off on that f*ck n*gga lean, Left the Scene, Alexander McQueen
Pouring Fo's, got the purp and the lean. Living life, always reppin' my team
Gang Gang, that's forever my thing
[Outro]
LAUF Bros, laugh