Chopper with the red dot, and this bitch real filthy
It ain't got no switch on it, then it ain't no real fifty
Sipping all this lean, got my sight super foggy
My old head just hit fifty and he still in the streets
Got a shorty addicted to pipe, got her fiending for the smoke
I ain't never been no soft one, I stand tall when I piss
Diamonds all flooding my wrist, my guy
Ice cubes just to match the neck
Copped a rollie all flooded, and I bought one basic

Cross the whole circle and it finished him
I delete opps, never accept defeat
Shorty I lift my chin like the top tier
Lift your chin like the top tier
Stack your bread like the top tier
Betray your brother like the top tier
And I send smoke like the top tier
Grimy keep that iron tucked, yeah
Grimy plotting on big bags, yeah
Clown talking 'bout robbing me
Them hollow tips gon' leave his ego crushed

Chopper with the red dot, and this bitch real filthy
It ain't got no switch on it, then it ain't no real fifty
Sipping all this lean, got my sight super foggy
My old head just hit fifty and he still in the streets
Got a shorty addicted to pipe, got her fiending for the smoke
I ain't never been no soft one, I stand tall when I piss
Diamonds all flooding my wrist, my guy
Ice cubes just to match the neck
Copped a rollie all flooded, and I bought one basic

I got heavy syrup habits daily
Was jacking niggas in the trap when I was broke
Still gripping on the pole, fully auto (skrrt)
Bossed up, and my main hoe rocking a rollie
Whole pack for the low, cross the line, contraband
I got connectas moving work across the map (links)
Few hundred bands buried where the roots grow
Still whipping in the spot, baking up that white
Wrist flooded, call me legend in these streets (yeah)
Balenciaga trench in the blizzard, hoes wild
Popping xannies like they candy, no issue
Flicking through the bands, like ping pong in a graveyard (racks)
Hoe, I'm from the trenches and I ran it all (nah)
Rocks in my jaw cost me twenty-four
All these karats on my hand like I got fifteen brides
I'ma wild out and let that chopper sing (brrr)
I'ma slice the whole strip like a blade master (slash)
Fool you been snitching with a thousand tales
Clown fronting, you ain't never seen no body drop

Chopper with the red dot, and this bitch real filthy
It ain't got no switch on it, then it ain't no real fifty
Sipping all this lean, got my sight super foggy
My old head just hit fifty and he still in the streets
Got a shorty addicted to pipe, got her fiending for the smoke
I ain't never been no soft one, I stand tall when I piss
Diamonds all flooding my wrist, my guy
Ice cubes just to match the neck
Copped a rollie all flooded, and I bought one basic