[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
When it's time, it's time to ride nigga, it's overdue
Finna show 'em what soldiers do, two-two-threes goin' through you
I done did everything, I don't got nothin' else to prove
And I done sold everything, I don't got nothin' else to move
I was runnin' around with Wink but that nigga was leavin' clues
So next time I see that nigga I'ma smoke him out his shoes
And I don't trust everybody, that's just not what real niggas do
You don't gotta talk about it nigga, if you gon' shoot, fuck nigga just shoot
I just cut my nigga off 'cause he told the judge the truth
I had to smack my bitch off 'cause that bitch lips loose
Don't be tellin' your friends my business, where I'm at and what I do
Don't be worried 'bout where I'm at, I'm somewhere with my twenty-two
I still got snipers on the roof, I still got shooters off the boot
I still got choppers in my closet, think that shit run in my roots
Middle finger to the police, tryna hang me by a noose
I'm just tryna buy that Rollie, buy that brand new Bentley coupe
Say they want that real, this right here that real
It was time to do that time, and that pussy nigga he squealed
And I swear I love my niggas, you can put them niggas in my will
And all my victims don't hear it, when I'm dead, pay the bill
[Chorus: Q Da Fool]
Chopper out, my chopper out
Nigga made me bring my chopper out
Bitch I been workin', never been a slouch
Look at the window, chopper hangin' out
Let a nigga try run in my house
I got the AR-15 right in the couch
I got the drop 'cause he runnin' his mouth
Brung my chopper out, he made me bring my chopper out
I brung my chopper out, you want some smoke, we poppin' out
Walk down with that thirty, ain't no shells poppin' out
He made me bring that chopper out, graow
When it's time, it's time to ride nigga, it's overdue
Finna show 'em what soldiers do, two-two-threes goin' through you
I done did everything, I don't got nothin' else to prove
And I done sold everything, I don't got nothin' else to move
I was runnin' around with Wink but that nigga was leavin' clues
So next time I see that nigga I'ma smoke him out his shoes
And I don't trust everybody, that's just not what real niggas do
You don't gotta talk about it nigga, if you gon' shoot, fuck nigga just shoot
I just cut my nigga off 'cause he told the judge the truth
I had to smack my bitch off 'cause that bitch lips loose
Don't be tellin' your friends my business, where I'm at and what I do
Don't be worried 'bout where I'm at, I'm somewhere with my twenty-two
I still got snipers on the roof, I still got shooters off the boot
I still got choppers in my closet, think that shit run in my roots
Middle finger to the police, tryna hang me by a noose
I'm just tryna buy that Rollie, buy that brand new Bentley coupe
Say they want that real, this right here that real
It was time to do that time, and that pussy nigga he squealed
And I swear I love my niggas, you can put them niggas in my will
And all my victims don't hear it, when I'm dead, pay the bill
[Chorus: Q Da Fool]
Chopper out, my chopper out
Nigga made me bring my chopper out
Bitch I been workin', never been a slouch
Look at the window, chopper hangin' out
Let a nigga try run in my house
I got the AR-15 right in the couch
I got the drop 'cause he runnin' his mouth
Brung my chopper out, he made me bring my chopper out
I brung my chopper out, you want some smoke, we poppin' out
Walk down with that thirty, ain't no shells poppin' out
He made me bring that chopper out, graow
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