[Intro: Carl Goodman (Christopher Lloyd)]
Piranha hunt in packs - not for protection, but for overwhelming force. They're organized, methodical. The first bite draws blood. The blood draws the pack
[Chorus: Z]
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-put the body in the coffin for 'em
Hold the chopper phone fam
Run up on the iPerform
Better call the doctor for your fans
Body in the coffin for 'em
Hold the chopper phone fam
Run up on the iPerform
Better call the doctor for your fans
[Verse 1: Lon Gotti]
If you ain't ride for your family who you repping for?
Scared to rack it what the fuck you got that weapon for?
Grab the mic and rap my life like (Z press record)
I ain't never falling back, I keep pressing forward
I'm a P, it ain't my fault I'm who she checking for
Ain't nobody checking me, you better check the whore
I'm too busy counting up so I can't check the score
This repetition how I kick the shit like checking for
I let this trigga blow 'bout my nigga roll
I'm riding with 'em right or wrong, that's my nigga though
Ain't no hoes in my clique, even my bitch'll blow
Up the chopper, shock a bitch with this extension pole
I said "bitch I'm plugged in, no extension cord"
Hit her with this dope dick she keep itching for
Hit that bag and run it up until I hit the Forbes
Let that chopper mop a nigga like the kitchen floor
Piranha hunt in packs - not for protection, but for overwhelming force. They're organized, methodical. The first bite draws blood. The blood draws the pack
[Chorus: Z]
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-put the body in the coffin for 'em
Hold the chopper phone fam
Run up on the iPerform
Better call the doctor for your fans
Body in the coffin for 'em
Hold the chopper phone fam
Run up on the iPerform
Better call the doctor for your fans
[Verse 1: Lon Gotti]
If you ain't ride for your family who you repping for?
Scared to rack it what the fuck you got that weapon for?
Grab the mic and rap my life like (Z press record)
I ain't never falling back, I keep pressing forward
I'm a P, it ain't my fault I'm who she checking for
Ain't nobody checking me, you better check the whore
I'm too busy counting up so I can't check the score
This repetition how I kick the shit like checking for
I let this trigga blow 'bout my nigga roll
I'm riding with 'em right or wrong, that's my nigga though
Ain't no hoes in my clique, even my bitch'll blow
Up the chopper, shock a bitch with this extension pole
I said "bitch I'm plugged in, no extension cord"
Hit her with this dope dick she keep itching for
Hit that bag and run it up until I hit the Forbes
Let that chopper mop a nigga like the kitchen floor
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