Choppas Brettas & Glocks Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Loudiene)

[Intro: Loudiene]
(808 Mafia)
[?] on the track, bitch

[Chorus: Loudiene]
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Let 'em have it, let 'em have it
Kick a door, flip a mattress
Tell your bitch, "Don't panic"
Walked her right up to the attic
Pistol whip him with the ratchet
Open up the safe, bitch
If you don't cooperate, bitch
Then you know you getting killed
Robbing niggas with my Rollie on
With the .40, get my Kobe on
I'm a shooter, shooter, shooter
A young nigga riding like a Uber
I'll never leave a crumb
I'll even rob a bum
I'll finger fuck a nun
My screws loose, don't run
More money, more guns
Bricksquad niggas don't run
I'm a shadow in the night, they scared of me
Beware of me, I barely sleep
Money stay awake, so I do the same
I don't trust these hoes, I don't fuck with lames
'Fore I tuck my chain, I'll fuck a [?]
I am the trap, I love the game