Uh, yeah, yeah
Go, go
Let's get it, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Oh my god, Ronny)
Man, what?
Rock out with that chopstick (chopstick)
Say they want some smoke, got whole pounds of this za sh-
Lil' bro on some "Spin the block" sh- (brr)
Out the window with that broomstick
Then hop out with that mob stick
(Doom, doom, doom, doom)
Come out the house this ain't no knock b- (no knock)
Loafing with that thot - done got his top peeled (Bagg)
Pull up with a COVID mask on like I got sick (sick)
Boy, stop all them killing stories you ain't shot sh-
Come out right now
300 fighters outside, rest of them down the street
Rock out with that chopstick, f- up, ain't cut like we
Maybach truck in the trenches, they don't know, who is it?
Don't shoot, it's me
Who the fuck Bagg gave two-hundred-something thousand and four chains?
That's me
Better watch who they post up with
Better watch who they hanging with
Better watch who they slanging with
Nine times out of ten, n- rather just snitch
Bagg just called my phone, Durk said, "Where you at?"
On the way, let me put up this switch
Fox 'nem ready to do it
I could just put a pack of Gumbo on top of your sh-
I 'on't care how you do it, but get on it (right now, right now)
Whatever it take, bake a cake, sic a bitch on him (go)
It cost to go to war, you know that, don't it? (Huh?)
You lil' n- ain't got no money to beef with me, go get your big homie
Fox is walkin' your a- down with that chopstick (grr)
'Bout to pull up on yo' block, letting that chop hit
Just 'cause the pressure on, lil' n-, don't mean you side switch (shake)
Or I'm just built different 'cause I'm goin' out who I came with (the gang, go)
Rock out with that chopstick (chopstick)
Say they want some smoke, got whole pounds of this za sh- (pressure)
Lil' bro on some "Spin the block" sh- (brr)
Out the window with that broomstick
Then hop out with that mob stick
(Doom, doom, doom, doom)
Come out the house this ain't no knock b- (no knock)
Loafing with that thot - done got his top peeled (Bagg)
Pull up with a COVID mask on like I got sick (sick)
Boy, stop all them killing stories you ain't shot sh-
Man, copycat, you doin' everything I do 'cause you a fan of me (go, go)
In the 'Raq, one opp passed out at the club, I called him New Year's Eve (grrah)
Shorty get on my nerve, he think he Irv, he think he Murder Inc (let's get it)
I was in the trenches, I washed my shirt inside the kitchen sink
You a copycat, you do everythin' I do, let me see somethin' (come here, come here)
Baby mama think you a killer, but on the block you ain't nothin'
I done f- my eye up, took some months off, Doodie sub in (yeah)
Lucky I ain't on the 'net 'cause I would've trolled, it would've got rubbed in
I can tell you whatever I want, you know the trenches turn me up
See that's bro, but Moneybagg Yo the first who gave me Runtz
I could turn the beat down, it's a guarantee you hear this cup
See, that chopper got that crack sound and I know he ain't gettin' up (grrah, let's get it)