[Hook:]
Run with the choppa I run with the mac
Shoot one in your head and seven in your back
Grippin the Tommy im lettin it blast
Thought you was first but you done finished last
Left wit your bag im finnessin the pack
Left with your bitch im finessin that ass
Know that you sad and you wanting her back
But I can have her in like half a track

[Verse 1:]
Frank Sinatra boy I ride with the mafia
You was cappin talking shit now I'm stoppin ya
Don’t call me Freco or Merlo but run up on mob the shooters get to dropping ya
I'm from Atlanta but I got some peeps in Ohio that ready to get it
I got some peoples in Newnan and down in Savannah and I know they with
Her body is sinful
She got the lips of an angel
She suckin dick at an angle
I got the heat like a mangal
The way that my words intertangle
I get you high like JingleJangle
He act like a egg imma scramble
N***a he ass like campbell
I'm drinking tea with galangal
You said I’m bitch? Well this is my counterexmple
These n***as is jokes
I whip up a comic and draw these n***as on the panel
I breaking the shit like a vandal
I ain't talking no savage
Justice League couldn't handle the damage
Want the green yea I'm counting the cabbage
She say she want me but she carrying baggage
Kill em all yea wreaking the havoc
Switching lanes I'm swerving through traffic
Got the juice and nobody can match it
Aye
Got juice and nobody can match it
If I took the game and threw at you boy I bet you still wouldn't catch it
I had to pop me a pill-y to get through the day
If you ain't talking money then fuck out my way
Shawty all on my dick and she all in my face
So I kicked her out and slammed the door in her face
I'mma air it out I’mma shoot up the place
Had a quarter ounce but didn’t know it was laced
But I gave it to your baby daddy anyway
Now he dead, blue in the face
[Hook:]
Run with the choppa I run with the mac
Shoot one in your head and seven in your back
Grippin the Tommy im lettin it blast
Thought you was first but you done finished last
Left wit your bag im finnessin the pack
Left with your bitch im finessin that ass
Know that you sad and you wanting her back
But I can have her in like half a track

[Verse 2:]
Black Camaro at your crib close the blinds
Call me Cookie cuz I came for what's mine
You was slick tryna run up at the back door
Pull a fucking Ricky on you 12 gauge in your back though
Hit him in the head with the heat that’s a temp fade
Smith and Wesson move you 'cross the room like it's feign suie
Y'all still smoking black and mild fuck what you say
Ran a fucking sack with my bitch that’s a good day
Momma told me "Always earn and never take"
Daddy told me "Always listen, never say"
So I been plotting on you n***as from the way
Carpe Diem I'mma fucking seize the day