(TP, baby)

Thirty, forty, fifty shit (blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don't run away, that's how Ricky got hit (that's how Ricky got hit)
I can't count how many times these bitches told me I ain't shit (and I know I ain't shit)
Can't remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed (I make sure all them bullets hit)
In the trap, we get it in (let's go), fuck off a five and stack a ten (know that we don't miss)
In this steamer with this model, she don't know I changed the VIN (this a stolen car we in)
They used to ask what's Choppa Gang, now niggas dyin' just to get in (nigga whack somethin' to get in)
My lil' nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin' with a pen (might stab you with his pen)

Hit off two hundred, tryna creep up on me, boy, them chances thin (boy, them chances thin)
Sixty rounds under my chop (chop), hang out the window of this van (window of that van)
This Draco play a sad song, I hold it like a violin (hold it like a violin)
Earn your stats all off them bodies (bodies), let this murder game begin (murder game begin)
Hang with the opps 'til you die over there, can't flip back on this side (can't come back over here)
Thought they really wanted me dead until they snitched on me on live
Only get shot at on the internet, in real life them pussies hidin' (hidin')
Been in shootouts with some real gangsters, tilt my hat, still wish they die (blrrrd, blrrrd)
And this a gold piece on that glee, ain't no runnin', you see this fire (blrrrd, Big Blrrrd)
Everybody dressed in all black lettin' off some shit you can't describe (shit you can't describe)
They don't get whacked, I'ma go crazy, them gettin' away'll hurt my pride (that'll hurt my pride)
I run into them bitches on the e-way, then I'm shootin' the driver (blrrrd, blrrrd)

Thirty, forty, fifty shit (ayy, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don't run away, that's how Ricky got hit (that's how Ricky got hit)
I can't count how many times these bitches told me I ain't shit (and I know I ain't shit)
Can't remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed (I make sure all them bullets hit)
In the trap, we get it in (let's go), fuck off a five and stack a ten (know that we don't miss)
In this steamer with this model, she don't know I changed the VIN (this a stolen car we in)
They used to ask what's Choppa Gang, now niggas dyin' just to get in (nigga whack somethin' to get in)
My lil' nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin' with a pen

Ayy, what you gon' do for some cash? Ain't heard? I send it by the drop (I sent it by the drop)
Dropped sixty-somethin' for my neckpiece (neckpiece)
and a light thirty for this watch (thirty for this watch)
I come disguised up like a junkie (huh), get to shootin', I ain't tryna shop
The FBI know what's up with me, certified, steppin' my job (know what's up)
Organized crime, we don't do cooperations, not at all (no talkin')
Got secret weapons, automatics, fifties, coolant kits installed
Now I don't 'posed to have this shit, but if I get caught, make that call (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
'Fore I go out like I'm Ricky, turn around, I Drac' 'em all (Ricky)
'Fore I spend my money on a hit, come do that shit myself (come do that shit myself)
Creep up on you, I get close, finish 'em off, you need some help (you need some help, pussy)
You see your man, better get off, no freezin' up, forever step (step)
It ain't no way they can win war with us 'less they team up with 12, blrrrd

Thirty, forty, fifty shit (blrrrd, blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (Big Blrrrd)
If you see my face, don't run away (walk away), that's how Ricky got hit (how Ricky got hit)
I can't count how many times these bitches told me I ain't shit (told me that I ain't shit)
Can't remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed
In the trap, we get it in, fuck off a five and stack a ten (stack a dime)
In this steamer with this model, she don't know I changed the VIN (this ho just tryna slide)
They used to ask what's Choppa Gang, now niggas dyin' just to get in (get in, yeah)
My lil' nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin' with a pen (shank somethin' with his pen, yeah)

Blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy
Big Blrrrd

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Lontrell Williams, Tiquon Pryor