[Pre-Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
Nigga hatin' on me no work
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
No fuck nigga round my circle
Get money nigga thats for certain
These niggas ain't bout that work
These niggas ain't bout that work
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey, I got 1000 grams of that white shit
6,000 pounds of that kush nigga
A thousand handguns extended clip
But if it come to it we at war nigga
And why you motherfuckers so mad at me
It seem like you would be glad for me
Go 'head & talk tall
You ain't scared a me?
You cross me shit gon' end tragically
In my ferrari I'm flyin'
I'm usually high
Get my dick suck by a cutie pie
You sayin I ain't been the shit since junior high
You ain't got a truth in ya, nigga you's a lie
They said it's all fun & games till the tools is out
Fuck you, what you gon' do about it?
You know I click clack bang bang bang shoot a nigga down
No one else knew about it
Hoppin' all in my G4
Rep Hustle Gang wherever we go
We off the chain you on a leash tho'
Goddamn it must suck to be broke
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
Nigga hatin' on me no work
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
No fuck nigga round my circle
Get money nigga thats for certain
These niggas ain't bout that work
These niggas ain't bout that work
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey, I got 1000 grams of that white shit
6,000 pounds of that kush nigga
A thousand handguns extended clip
But if it come to it we at war nigga
And why you motherfuckers so mad at me
It seem like you would be glad for me
Go 'head & talk tall
You ain't scared a me?
You cross me shit gon' end tragically
In my ferrari I'm flyin'
I'm usually high
Get my dick suck by a cutie pie
You sayin I ain't been the shit since junior high
You ain't got a truth in ya, nigga you's a lie
They said it's all fun & games till the tools is out
Fuck you, what you gon' do about it?
You know I click clack bang bang bang shoot a nigga down
No one else knew about it
Hoppin' all in my G4
Rep Hustle Gang wherever we go
We off the chain you on a leash tho'
Goddamn it must suck to be broke
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