[Chorus: Choppa Capone]
Remember them days, I ain't had no penny
Clutchin’ on this choppa, it got big titties
50 rounds drum, we ain't aimin' for your belly
Hot up on this block, I ain’t talking ‘bout Nelly
Back in the day, we ain't had no gwop
Tryna make dough, we were sellin' them rocks
Now we made it out so these b*tches givin' top
This is Texas, where n*ggas get popped
Remember them days, I ain't had no penny
Clutchin' on this choppa, it got big titties
50 rounds drum, we ain't aimin' for your belly
Hot up on this block, I ain’t talking ‘bout Nelly
Back in the day, we ain’t had no gwop
Tryna make dough, we were sellin' them rocks
Now we made it out so these b*tches givin’ top
This is Dallas, Texas, where n*ggas get popped
[Verse 1: Choppa Capone]
B*tch, don't play with a n*gga like me
Pull up to the club with a fake ID
Hundred round drum, I don't do no fightin'
If a b*tch-n*gga trippin’, he ain't gotta like me
B*tch got a n*gga but she on my IG
Blood on my Air Force 1's, Nike
New Gucci belt with a fresh white T
If a b*tch-n*gga trippin', he gon' meet this double C's
Remember them cold nights, it's the old nights
Trappin' out the store right, corner store, right?
Now I got my dough right, got my dough right
COE for life, this shit for life
We gon' be alright, yeah, we all right
We gon' shake the floor right, shake the floor, right
Mind your own business ‘fore we take your soul, a'ight?
I ain't no stripper, but I keep a pole, right
Remember them days, I ain't had no penny
Come and try me, chopper leave your ass deadly
COE the crew, crimmed up, war ready
Passin' by your block, I'm in the back of the Chevy
Pop the trunk, Draco gotta kickback, heavy
Draco gonna sing, gratata, R Kelly
My n*ggas aim for heads, why you vest your belly
Leave his body wet, we gon' leave his body smelly
[Chorus: Choppa Capone]
Remember them days, I ain't had no penny
Clutchin' on this choppa, it got big titties
50 rounds drum, we ain't aimin' for your belly
Hot up on this block, I ain't talking ‘bout Nelly
Back in the day, we ain't had no gwop
Tryna make dough, we were sellin' them rocks
Now we made it out so these b*tches givin' top
This is Dallas, Texas, where n*ggas get popped
Remember them days, I ain't had no penny
Clutchin' on this choppa, it got big titties
50 rounds drum, we ain't aimin' for your belly
Hot up on this block, I ain't talking ‘bout Nelly
Back in the day, we ain't had no gwop
Tryna make dough, we were sellin' them rocks
Now we made it out so these b*tches givin' top
This is Dallas, Texas, where n*ggas get popped
[Verse 2: Choppa Capone]
Pull up to the hood like what's crackin'?
Choppa hold a hundred make it sing, catch you lackin'
Was my last song but you n*ggas still lackin'
4 pockets full so you know my pants saggin'
Hit the blunt then I go high like a dragon
Hit the block once, I go ballin' like the Mavericks
Hit the blunt twice, am I high or I'm Blasian
Both, n*gga, we be ridin' ‘round with the Haitians
Remember them cold nights, it's the old nights
Trappin' out the store right, corner store, right?
Now I got my dough right, got my dough right
COE for life, this shit for life
We gon' be alright, yeah, we all right
We gon' shake the floor right, shake the floor, right
Mind your own business ‘fore we take your soul, a'ight?
I ain't no stripper, but I keep a pole, right
I was on the block alone, ain't nobody there
Sleeping on the cold floor, ain't nobody care
I ain't on this rap shit to put the city on
Now you askin' for a plate, ain't nothing to share
Keep the fame, I'm just tryna make a million
I do whatever it takes, ain't no playing fair
Brand new Draco, I'mma put some titties on
If I ever grip it, I ain't shooting up the air
[Chorus: Choppa Capone]
Remember them days, I ain't had no penny
Clutchin' on this choppa, it got big titties
50 rounds drum, we ain't aimin' for your belly
Hot up on this block, I ain't talking ‘bout Nelly
Back in the day, we ain't had no gwop
Tryna make dough, we were sellin' them rocks
Now we made it out so these b*tches givin' top
This is Dallas, Texas, where n*ggas get popped
Remember them days, I ain't had no penny
Clutchin' on this choppa, it got big titties
50 rounds drum, we ain't aimin' for your belly
Hot up on this block, I ain't talking ‘bout Nelly
Back in the day, we ain't had no gwop
Tryna make dough, we were sellin' them rocks
Now we made it out so these b*tches givin' top
This is Dallas, Texas, where n*ggas get popped
