Freestyle king, I'ma do my thing Married to the game, I'ma need a ring Run up on me, that chopper sing Brand new bitch, that's a brand new ting Broke up with my bitch, now she my side bitch Text me on my side-kick, huh, yeah She gon' keep the strap in her purse like a dyke bitch Run up, she fire shit, uh, yeah Nigga, just lose it, niggas be faker than optical illusions Run up on me, that chopper skip to conclusions I don't give a fuck with your bitch, I'ma do her Paul Wall with her, I'ma chop her and screw her, uh Brand new money Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny I don't walk it, I run it, keep it one hundred Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer, Goddamn Just lose it, uh Make love then make music, uh Run up, chopper do 'em Waka Flocka, "O Let's Do It," uh Off of the top, I be kickin' it Hop on my dick like a frog, you be ribbitin', uh Look at the way I be rippin' it, drillin' 'em Like I be full of adrenaline, uh Sick of the Percs, I'ma put them down, huh Run up on me, that chopper marry your ass like you got a gown on Guess you a pussy now, huh? Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, guess you a pussy now, uh Keep this beat goin', mhm I'ma spazz for a second I'ma get up on they ass for a second Chopper on me, it's gon' blast for a second I'ma shoot him in his ass, I'm reckless Do it big like football, Texas I'ma ball out like the Texans Bitches pay me like taxes On the mattress, hittin' backflips Ride me, carpet, Aladdin Outerspace, boolin' on Saturn Give a fuck what you say, I don't really care about nothin' but the money I manage Hoes on me, they wanna fuck too, though Outerspace, I been poolin' on Pluto Bad bitch, huh Hot like a motherfucker hit the bitch up in June, woah, ayy, ayy Summertime sadness Off the Xan', tryna figure out what's up though Bad bitch, uh, tryna fuck though Keep it on the low, I don't wanna know, ho VVS on my wrist, no snowglobe Incredibles, feelin' like Frozone I'ma probably put dick in your ho dome, uh-huh, uh-huh In your ho's home, uh-huh, uh-huh I been rappin' all day, that's normal though I'm an alien, goddamn, an abnormal ho Pull up on 'em, chopper make it rainstormin', ho Hot like a motherfuckin' global warmin', ho Then again, I'm colder than a freezer Fuck your bitch, I'll leave her Dragon Ball, Frieza Pull up on the scene, my chopper got a fever Hand on my heater, kick it like FIFA, uh, yeah Hot like a Cheeto, fast like a cheetah Run up, I get 'em, uh, yeah Choppa like Jesse White the way I up the bitch and it flip 'em, uh, yeah Spazz on they ass all day though I was in the cut killin' people like Tadoe World in my hands, I'ma treat it like Play-Doh I'm full of shit, I'm a rich ass a-hole, huh Yeah, just lose it, uh-huh, uh-huh-huh, just lose it Bad bitch, look, the fuck are you doing? If you ain't gettin' naked then I'm not gon' screw it, uh-huh, uh Just lose it Don't make love, make music Huh, just lose it, uh Don't make love, make music, huh Pill pop, molly in the party Bad bitch wanna fuck, I got off the Bacardi Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em, chopper crackin' like Pilates I ain't ever give a fuck, motherfucker, catch a body I was in the cut with a bitch from Tacoma Smoking on pack, you can smell the aroma Young ass nigga but they think that I'm older Hachoo, bless you, my flow too colder World on my shoulders, feel like a boulder Run up on me, I told you that it's over Chopper get to doin' motherfuckers like it's homework Clip stickin' out like a motherfuckin' boner This is my flow, it's not a motherfucking loaner Only one of me, ain't no motherfucking cloners Ballin' on these hoes like Adrian, Adrian Knock 'em out, lil' nigga, like Adrien Broner, uh Look at the way that I ball on these hoes In the back of the club, mm, mm I got blue faces up in my pockets, I'm not throwin' no dubs, mhm Heart out my chest, I put that in the grave I ain't showin' no love, mhm I am not talkin' 'bout snails, shoot like Tony Snell with slugs, mhm Yeah, spazz, I'ma spazz on they ass Uh, leave a nigga in the past Uh, do it for the quick cash Uh, it's a big ass gun Mm, so you better get back Mm, your boyfriend broke, baby, I don't think you could fix that Uh, haha, yeah Old broke-ass nigga Hit the bitch from the back, that's a no ask, nigga Huh, already know, ass-nigga Run up on me, chopper on me, I'ma blow, ass-nigga Walk around like I don't even know that nigga Boppin' on the bitch like Kodak, nigga Up, down, left, right, cheat code that nigga Haha, hahahaha Bro, I said, "Up, down, left, right, cheat code that nigga," boy That mean I got cheat codes Guns sing like the leader of the Glee show BAPE on the cape, no, I'm not a hero VVS cold, no subzero Gettin' money like Robert De Niro Fuck with me, you get jacked like Sparrow I'll put you out your sorrow You won't live to see tomorrow Shootin' your Monte Carlo up My shoes, they cost your car note I am not tryna brag, but you know I got the quatros The pesos, anana, nn-nana, hahaha Uh-huh, uh-huh