LW :Fo´ fo´ bulldog, my muthafucking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthafucker fetch
I´m fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I´m a starve her to death
Top down,
it´s upset been fucking the world and nigga and I aint cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don´t sleep so Weezy can´t rest
An AK47 is my fucking address,

RR : I´m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

LW : Yeah
Load up the choppers like it´s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I´m talking all brown linen,


RR : Big black nigga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I´m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I´m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago


RR : I´m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car



LW : Load up the choppers like it´s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I´m talking all brown linen,


LW : Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I´m red fox
Big bee´s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don´t give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas center bun
I´m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don´t need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at nigga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it´d be a holiday


RR : I´m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don´t make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I´m santa claus
Niggas gather round, got gifts for all of y´all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up
It´s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthafuck huddle up


LW : I´m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Yeah