Cop Some BandGang Biggs (Ft. Payroll Giovanni)

[Verse 1: BandGang Biggs]
Chopper hit 'em, make him split like a pill
Niggas snitchin', I don't fuck with the pigs
Cock it back, watch it bust open your ribs
Now this what you get fuckin' with Biggs
Cajun style, put his ass on a grill
[?] I don't know what it is
Living large, I don't go out the crib
We got a lot of room for me to park my whips
Hit the dash on the 'Stang, almost lost that bitch
Good gas in my tank and I'm off that shit
Bought some shit I like, I ball so quick
And any lame or dummy, I'ma boss that's it
Like I threw a flash bang, they ain't see me comin'
I'm just lookin' at my past and see niggas runnin'
They hate me cause I'm on, they can't even stun me
But I'm still on fully blown so don't try nothin'
The fiends on my line tryna cop somethin'
Them 3 for 25's got the blocks jumpin'
I ain't late to a sell like the clock runnin'
I hear these niggas talkin' but it ain't 'bout nothin'
My niggas talkin' down would you doubt somethin'
I bought a whole block like I'm house-huntin'
I'm the dope man, coke man all that
Posted through the hood daily, come and get a [?] pack
You on the other hand, I don't know what to call that
Eatin' off your man's, I can tell you niggas starvin'
You a broke nigga, slow nigga, joke nigga
Maybe you should go and cop some dope nigga