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Say my chopper Dee Brown, yeah shoot retarded Ayy, Iced out wrist, it was me and (Helluva Beats, baby) And-a, and-a, and-a, and-a, ayy Say my chopper Dee Brown, yeah it shoot retarded Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who? Iced out wrist, it was me and Mari, ooh Caviar, sips of a calamari, ooh Chopper AOD, yeah it shoot retarded Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who? Iced out wrist, it was me and Cutter, ooh Monkey bars, banana clips, bitchm we in the jungle, ooh The lil' nigga know my name, DT gon' knock him off He put his brains on my chain, gotta drop me off And pick me right back up so we can spin the block for dog The Perkys on my jaw, them bitches right my wrongs I got a catalog, I don't be mad at all Niggas lucky all I threw was water up at Saginaw Ayy, they mad 'cause this water on my chest and all Bitch I play for Press Virginia how I'm pressin' y'all Look like one them competitions how I dress the dog Dummies got the straight drop, don't need no fentanyl Thirty thousand in the pot and we gon' send em off Lil cuz can't read, still gon' get 'em off Letras de cancionesI will, do a Harlem Shake with the Draco I will, shoot the investigator, get the case closed I did, have an eighth tucked in them Wraith doors Bentley truck, me and Wild Man with that cake on us And we was on Live with it, big four-five with us 20 cars in traffic nigga, gang gang slidin' with us I won't run from no beef, I'ma grill it Ding-a-ling in her booty cheeks, she gon' feel it I still wanna murk shit Still wanna rack my AR and hurt shit Keeps that bitch by my stomach, hmm Squeeze that bitch 'til you bloody, hmm Them new Perky thangs make a nigga moonwalk Uh, them new hollow thangs'll make you moon soft Remember when I had to get the half of moons off Them people jumped behind me, cut the cruise off Remember when my uncle told me I could move soft Changed his mind, told me, "Nephew get the blues off" If a nigga run off, knock his shoes off We don't take off, bitch we gettin' off He want half off, knock that nigga off I can't get enough, of that sticky stuff Flip my 60 pack, got my chicken up Cut that bitch three fast, sold her 50 ones Yeah, young ignant nigga from the bity blood Make these hoes get to dancing like a Nitti beat You ain't sick, pussy nigga, you just sick of me Drivin' with my chains on, Skuba Mr T Say my chopper Dee Brown, yeah it shoot retarded Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who? Iced out wrist, it was me and Mari, ooh Caviar, sips of a calamari, ooh Chopper AOD, yeah it shoot retarded Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who? Iced out wrist, it was me and Cutter, ooh Monkey bars, banana clips, bitch we in the jungle, ooh From Letras Mania