PSA

I got big bands poppin' and they comin' out of my denims
Pulled my choppa out the closet and he sittin' like John Lennon
Use to flex in a Honda seater hellcat engine revvin'
Bought my boy a Jesus piece, God forgive him he a felon

I got big bands poppin' and they comin' out of my denims
Pulled my choppa out the closet and he sittin' like John Lennon
Use to flex in a Honda seater hellcat engine revvin'
Bought my boy a Jesus piece, God forgive him he a felon

Draco kick, back up, I sell the best crack
Gave a bitch a perc and I don't broke her back
Bullets hit your body with a blast tsunami
And the chopper not a racist, shootin' everybody

Use to pop percs now I'm poppin' Glocks
I still fuck with the streets got a block hot
Mid-packs five for six I got it off
How I keep on sippin' lean, but I still got a cough

50 in my mouth, that's a big check
Tesla parks itself, that's a slight flex
My people crackin' cards need an Amex
My shooters on the field know apex

I got big bands poppin' and they comin' out of my denims
Pulled my choppa out the closet and he sittin' like John Lennon
Use to flex in a Honda seater hellcat engine revvin'
Bought my boy a Jesus piece, God forgive him he a felon

I got big bands poppin' and they comin' out of my denims
Pulled my choppa out the closet and he sittin' like John Lennon
Use to flex in a Honda seater hellcat engine revvin'
Bought my boy a Jesus piece, God forgive him he a felon



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Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Nicholas Voutsinas
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