I wish everything I
touch would turn to gold
NLE, you heard me
Baby Me ico Choppa man, top shotta
Baby Me ico shotta
We finna talk our s t
Why not? Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Verse 1
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me
a rack just like tennis
I'm with the s t like I'm Dennis
I started this s t I'ma finish
Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223
came with the scope
E tended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just
like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho
Pull up with the gang,
you know that we bangin'
What is your set, nigga?
What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point the finger,
this s t can get dangerous
These niggas hatin',
these niggas plottin'
Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' n a stop it
In a shoot out your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud
Verse 2
You cannot stomp on his yard
My n a they scammin',
they swipin' them cards
I am so high that I'm talking' to stars
I'm gone off them jiggas,
I'm poppin' them bars
Don't mind my pimpin',
bitch, don't sweat me
Choppa got a kick, call that s t Jet Li
Sauce gang drip though,
what is your recipe?
Don't get a F if a
n a try to testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty
deep, nun' but my shotta
n a tried me so you
know I had to pop him
So many bullets it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
F k a headshot, I'ma
shoot him in the back
3.5 rolled up in the cack
We don't smoke reggie,
this s t called gas
I'm sticked up, like a blind man
I'm super hot, like a frying pan
He said that he gon' take some from me
Ayy, just know, he lyin' man
I'ma up from my hip then
blow like a whistle
Your b h suckin' d k
like a Kool Aid pickle
Two bullets in your
chest, that's a n e
And if a n a run up I'ma
pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin',
I'm feelin' like 50
Brand new choppa got double d titties
Niggas don't play me I don't get silly
Love all the beef like a
southwest Philly, yeah
Bridge
Yeah, love all the beef
like a southwest deli, yeah
Ayy, bitch, love all the
beef like a southwest deli
Verse 3
I might just OD, percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe,
can't ner' n a hol' me
If you wanna run up on me,
shoot 'em like Ginobili
And I'm with the s t lil'
homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
And I'm with the s t lil'
homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
Bitch!
Outro
(Like I'm Toby, yeah)
Finna ad lib, keep all that
(Like a school shooter,
like I'm Toby, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep all that Tay, yeah
(Huh, huh)
(This s t straight drop,
lil' nigga, no cut)
Ayy Tay, keep all that
(Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Keep all that, yeah, yeah
(Up from my hip, yeah)
