Hella Choppas (feat. Kurryadoyaaa)

Aye, Aye, Gang Gang
Blttt, Gang, Aye (Slimee Slimee)
Bow, Bow-Bow, Aye Aye Aye (Slimee Slimee)
Gang, Finatic
I'm So Slimee, Gang Gang (Ayo, watch that car yo')
Gang, Gang Gang (Watch that car)
Gang Gang Gang (On Bro, Bow-Bow)

And we carry, hella choppers
Like, we fuckin' butchers
Lil bro' sweet as hell, leave him sour
Like, some fuckin' sugar
Shots pluck his nose, I ain't lookin' for no fuckin' boogers
That lil' bitch a prostitute, so my swag could fuckin' hooker

She boppin' the dick, so I call her a puller
If she tryna work, gang gon' have to cook her
I'm a pothead fryin', I think I'm a cooker
I feel like chef, cuz these hallows a cooker
Swingin this car, this shit do a drift
These bullets gon' twirl, then fuck up his twists
I'm gon let it spray, now he caught in the mist
It's me and Lil' Kurry, you know it's a hit bitch

Walk down on a opp, tryna' leave shit swissed
Nigga ran up on me, got shot in his shit
He talk on the net, he think I'm a kid
You niggas be broke, I'm tryna' get rich
Lil' Walk, tryna leave a nigga head in the ground
No aimin' at legs, I'm aimin' at crowns
Fuck first night, then she gotta get out
Always got bread, ain't never a drought
You niggas be hoes, lets talk about slidin'
You niggas be bitches, you niggas be hidin'
Nigga, Beat up on Kurry? Yall niggas be lyin'
Weed in my lungs, I swear I be fryin'
You niggas be grown and so damn broke
Hallows hit his neck, it's makin' him choke
She givin' me head, I'm lovin' her throat
Tryna' take off his wig, I'ma bang at his fro
I love money and money love me
If a nigga come between, he get put in a dream
Got game outside, we make a good team
Got hit in his face, that lil' nigga screamed
You niggas on feet, soon as we hop out the wheels
Know I'm the man, when you see that steel
Niggas just talkin', I'ma tell for real
Me and the homies, tryna' run up a mill

Pick up a tool, I'm ready to drill
I said that I am, you know that I will
And the clip go bananas, this shit like to peel
Got a numb ass heart, I don't know how to feel
You already know how I'm comin, fuck Brady
I'm throwin' these bullets, when I'm in the field
Just call me a dragon, I'm spittin' this fire
When I'm in the booth, I'ma give you the chills
Damn, sat his ass down, fuck a couch
That nigga bitin' the cheese, damn, he a fuckin' mouse
That lil' hoe a treesh, she gon put the dick, all in her mouth
Swing by his crib, then we shootin' up his fuckin house
Four four-fours, now we comin' like Jay Z
Pull up in a hockey mask, like Casey
I call my gun JD, cuz it's goin Krazy
I'ma bang at his crown, his shit lookin' wavy
His blood gon' smother, he thought it was gravy
Get popped like a chain, he goin thru slavery
These shots gon' rock him, we made him a baby
These niggas be suckin', that shit don't phase me

I ain't a baby, but this toy? I play with it
And you probably think it's my favorite, because I lay with it
And you probably think it's my Mother, because I stay with it
I don't need no oven mitts, but you know I bake with it
Gang, Bitch