Chopper!
Chopper on me, .223
We teach that boy a lesson
Money don't mean shit to me
Yeah, I ain't ever stressin'
It's funny how these niggas walk the streets and they confessin'
They can't compete with me
No referee, I got this Tec in
Diamonds on me freeze
Rocking VV's, yeah I been flexin'
Tryin' to make my way up TV so I ain't restin'
If they want some of me I charge a fee, need my percentage
Ain't no question
Chopper on me, .223
We teach that boy a lesson
Money don't mean shit to me
Yeah, I ain't ever stressin'
It's funny how these niggas walk the streets and they confessin'
They can't compete with me
No referee, I got this Tec in
(Aye) Runnin' up these numbers I'm just tryin' to get a check in
Remember having nothin'
Now I'll probably get the best in
And I be rockin' dolo, it's just me and Mr. Wesson
Talkin' bout my weapon
Dior's what I'm dressed in
Tryin' to make it out
I'm tryin' to pay my Mama bills
Yeah I'm talkin' about a big ol' mansion in the hills
Sometimes it ain't real
I keep my emotions sealed
I ain't signing deals unless it's a hundred mil'
I gotta-
Chopper on me, .223
We teach that boy a lesson
Money don't mean shit to me
Yeah, I ain't ever stressin'
It's funny how these niggas walk the streets and they confessin'
They can't compete with me
No referee, I got this Tec in
We teach that boy a lesson
Money don't mean shit to me
Yeah, I ain't ever stressin'
It's funny how these niggas walk the streets and they confessin'
They can't compete with me
No referee, I got this Tec in
Diamonds on me freeze
Rocking VV's, yeah I been flexin'
Tryin' to make my way up TV so I ain't restin'
If they want some of me I charge a fee, need my percentage
Ain't no question
Chopper on me, .223
We teach that boy a lesson
Money don't mean shit to me
Yeah, I ain't ever stressin'
It's funny how these niggas walk the streets and they confessin'
They can't compete with me
No referee, I got this Tec in
(Aye) Runnin' up these numbers I'm just tryin' to get a check in
Remember having nothin'
Now I'll probably get the best in
And I be rockin' dolo, it's just me and Mr. Wesson
Talkin' bout my weapon
Dior's what I'm dressed in
Tryin' to make it out
I'm tryin' to pay my Mama bills
Yeah I'm talkin' about a big ol' mansion in the hills
Sometimes it ain't real
I keep my emotions sealed
I ain't signing deals unless it's a hundred mil'
I gotta-
Chopper on me, .223
We teach that boy a lesson
Money don't mean shit to me
Yeah, I ain't ever stressin'
It's funny how these niggas walk the streets and they confessin'
They can't compete with me
No referee, I got this Tec in
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Writer(s): Angel F, Daniel Garcia-curbelo
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