(Rio)
(Damn, Spaceman, you outta here)
[Toosii, Hotboii]
We pull up thirty deep, they ain't hurting me, I do surgery with this chopper
And when they approaching me, do it nervously, all they heard he be with them robbers
Stick got a kickstand, leave 'em hurting
FN got extensions, it's a thirty
I pull up with thirty choppers, not these other rappers
He in quicksand when we lurking
Uh, I jumped in, was ready to go
Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone
Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone
'Cause I know what it is, she wanna come on the road
Always was right, I never was wrong
Chopper gon' sing no matter the song
If it's smoke, then let me know
If it's smoke, then he gotta go
[Hotboii]
Big bread, never needed a loan
Misled, I was leading 'em on
After shows, hit 'em three in a row
Had to wipe his nose, I guess he had a cold
I know they was sleeping, was snoring
Your love, I don't need anymore
Ride with that heat, it be keeping me warm
Whole crowd know my songs, I don't need to perform
I'm in New York 'til like three in the morning
Then make it rain for them days we was storming
Say them main ones be hangin' be your own niggas
Just hope nobody over here foldin'
Run it up, what I'm planning to do
Long as I got cheddar, I never could lose
And I'ma send a fuck nigga to his grave
Try testing me, nigga, I'm stepping on you
[Toosii, Hotboii]
We pull up thirty deep, they ain't hurting me, I do surgery with this chopper
And when they approaching me, do it nervously, all they heard he be with them robbers
Stick got a kickstand, leave 'em hurting
FN got extensions, it's a thirty
I pull up with thirty choppers, not these other rappers
He in quicksand when we lurking
Uh, I jumped in, was ready to go
Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone
Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone
'Cause I know what it is, she wanna come on the road
Always was right, I never was wrong
Chopper gon' sing no matter the song
If it's smoke, then let me know
If it's smoke, then he gotta go
[Toosii]
Chopper gon' sing, I'm letting it go
He wanna talk about bread, but he toast
Say he gang, say he doing the most
Jumped in the water, been staying afloat
Don't know what's up with these niggas, don't fuck with these niggas, and that's why I'm letting it blow
My heart cold, Moncler or the chinchilla when I'm rocking the coat
Nasty bitch, she be driving the boat
Talk too much now she driving me ghost
Should I ride in the Lamb' or the Ghost?
Keep a heater, I slide with the ham', now he toast
He be begging his man for the loads
Niggas dumb, all I came with the low
When I slide, he get slammed with the pole
Let off twenty-three shots, doing damage on bro, fo' sho'
[Toosii, Hotboii]
We pull up thirty deep, they ain't hurting me, I do surgery with this chopper
And when they approaching me, do it nervously, all they heard he be with them robbers
Stick got a kickstand, leave 'em hurting
FN got extensions, it's a thirty
I pull up with thirty choppers, not these other rappers
He in quicksand when we lurking
Uh, I jumped in, was ready to go
Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone
Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone
'Cause I know what it is, she wanna come on the road
Always was right, I never was wrong
Chopper gon' sing no matter the song
If it's smoke, then let me know
If it's smoke, then he gotta go
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