Olympics Whoppa Wit Da Choppa

[Intro]
Brrt
Whop, with that motherfuckin' chop, bitch
Whop with that mother— (Turn up, man)
Ayy (Ayo, FLAME, how you made this one, man?)
(Ayy, Prince, he goin' stupid)

[Chorus]
Stop cappin' in that rap, I don't wanna hear that shit
Olympics on the opp block, we be flippin' shit
Brand new Glock with the switch, this bitch rippin' shit
Brand new car off the lot, just left the dealership
Niggas droppin' every mu'fuckin' day
Spinz got the glizzy, but you know I love the K
I don't fuck with niggas, bitch, that's how you catch a case
You ain't catchin' bodies, why the fuck you tryna claim?

[Verse 1]
Nigga dissin' on my brother when you know that wasn't you
Opps see me and pull out they phone, we see 'em and just shoot
Bitches see me and come out they clothes, they just eat it like some food
I'm Mastеr P in these streets 'cause Big Whop keep it truе
I'ma car right now, FN in the boot
I know that you fucked Twin, how I'ma cuff you?
And I'm still goin' in, Rich Homie times two
Boy, I split your wig, never did a hairdo
I got these bitches on a role, Cambell’s soup
I be feelin' just like Thor, show you what this hammer do
We'll shoot your video, but we ain't no camera dude
And I'm steppin' on my opps, but they ain't no sandals