[Intro]
Okay
You heard what big bro said
Fizzle brought the gun
(Sosa808)
Know what the fuck going on, n***a
This shit all facts n***a
Straight up
Big grape

[Chorus]
These n***as bitches, ain't know what I'm on
Fizzle got straps, yeah, I stay with the chrome
Got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, my choppa game long
Play with the gang, and we send your ass home
We aim at your top, tryna knock off your dome
Smoking on opps, yeah, Kush my cologne (Zaza)
Walk in my trap, you can tell what I'm on
We could take your life, boy, you ain't coming back
Cut the boy up, like a whole brick of crack
My young n***a a buck, and you won't get it back
Heard he a bitch, so we took the boy strap
Ain't ducking, no smoke, n***as know where I'm at (Pull up)
Post in the field with a stick like a bat
He tried to run off, he got shot in thе back (Tried to run off, he got shot in the back)
[Verse 1]
Choppa thе size of a tall n***a, uh, .223, call it Michael Lebron
Pull up, and hit a n***a block like a worm
Beefing with gang, n***a got to be dumb
Choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas
We got them Glocks, got them Glocks, got them Glocks
We catch a body, a body, a body
Clean a n***a block with these motherfucking mops
I go to sleep with that thing in my hand, no doubt about it, I do every show with it
This n***a took off and ran with these bands
Cold hearted, I fuck around when your ho with it
Banging in school, man I've always been holding that thing on my hand, man I ain't need no n***a
Trapping lil' n***a, I've never been broke n***a
I lay him down, put the boy face on the floor n***a
Lil' n***a try the gang, choppa gon' hit his lip
My lil' n***a poppin' shit, I got your brother killed
Fuck around with a Crip, caught the boy, body slipped
He tried to run, put a hole in the n***a hip
Glock with the pocket clip, .30 right by my dick
Young n***a droppin' shit, I sold the hottest shit
Police ain't stoppin' shit, n***as be talking shit
Playing, we send the boy up like a rocket ship

[Chorus]
These n***as bitches, ain't know what I'm on
Fizzle got straps, yeah, I stay with the chrome
Got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, my choppa game long
Play with the gang, and we send your ass home
We aim at your top, tryna knock off your dome
Smoking on opps, yeah, Kush my cologne (Zaza)
Walk in my trap, you can tell what I'm on
We could take your life, boy, you ain't coming back
Cut the boy up, like a whole brick of crack
My young n***a a buck, and you won't get it back
Heard he a bitch, so we took the boy strap
Ain't ducking, no smoke, n***as know where I'm at (Pull up)
Post in the field with a stick like a bat
He tried to run off, he got shot in the back (Tried to run off, he got shot in the back)
[Verse 2]
My demons, they hop out the rental, start dumping
Bangin' in my hood, we coming like Crumpton
100 Deep on a n***a block like a function
Them bullets all flying, them n***as start running
Guns in my house, man they call me the gunman
Glock with a .30, the choppas got .100s
He had to box, so we made his ass fumble
Young n***a small, so I ain't with the running
Gang send the opps to the graveyard, choppa hit you and all yall
Shoot n***a shit, no basketball, got caught with the strap in the school hall
Kill n***a quicker than Fentanyl, we smoke a opp like Menthol
Cuz pull up, just one call, I make lil' cuz kill all yall
Gang got a n***a back, just like a shirt or some
Grape brought the choppas out, we tryna murder some
Lay that boy down, put him in a Hurst or some
Put the boy face on a motherfucking shirt or some
Post on the block, he get shit with the Taliban
Drum on the stick, like a motherfucking marching band
Young n***a hot as fuck, go call the fireman
Lil' n***a play, he pull up, and kill every man

[Chorus]
These n***as bitches, ain't know what I'm on
Fizzle got straps, yeah, I stay with the chrome
Got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, my choppa game long
Play with the gang, and we send your ass home
We aim at your top, tryna knock off your dome
Smoking on opps, yeah, Kush my cologne (Zaza)
Walk in my trap, you can tell what I'm on
We could take your life, boy, you ain't coming back
Cut the boy up, like a whole brick of crack
My young n***a a buck, and you won't get it back
Heard he a bitch, so we took the boy strap
Ain't ducking, no smoke, n***as know where I'm at (Pull up)
Post in the field with a stick like a bat
He tried to run off, he got shot in the back (Tried to run off, he got shot in the back)