Yo, yup, yeah, yo
Verse 1:
What's really hood bitch?
Why they tell me wealth is of the mind when I been hood rich?
Why they always never move around but only look quick?
Why I got a whole list of some shit that I gotta put up with?
Left and I ain't coming back, that shit hard to understand
Had to get my money fast, mama had a heart attack
Coulda been on that corner every night and I ain't wanted that
I don't ever double cup, I can't ever double back
Tell me though, I know you like this
Never spill your liquor on my Nikes
Spark my conversation while I light weed
Down for life, I'm out here in my white tee, ballin bitch I might be
Ain't no other mothafucka sound like this
Its an autobiography, bitch I'm bout my shit
Said its Ed, Edd, and Eddy, I'm never out of ideas
Never follow my fears, thats whenever I feel my
Chorus:
Choppas on deck and I'm shooting with a hunnid clips
(ay ay ay)
I got choppas on deck and I'm shooting with a hunnid clips
(ay ay ay)
And I think I'd like to say
If they might be up in my way
Then I got choppas on deck while I'm shooting with a hunnid clips
Verse 2:
Never see me walking with my head down
How you see me out here getting bread now
And I feel like Kyrie shooting with the left now
And I see the right direction, now they left out
What do says now? How you gon cash out?
But I know they not writing their own shit so I'm the best out
And even if they do I still know I'm the best out
I been moving while they shooting and it land on the vest now, get em X'd out
I don't ever see the plays you making in the field like
When muhfuckas act like they got it all figured out so what that feel like?
When you see your girl after she see me it don't feel right
Like when ya'll finish eating and you ask to split the bill right?
Fuck boy the truth hurt
Better know before you find out shit ain't ever sweet like I been walking with my tooth hurt
Group full of producers putting in that work for a minaj of money, funny its a wicked looking future
Damn boy, and I been here way before my time I'm from the land boy
And I got it written on my city, what you stand for?
And I got that jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, broke the backboard
I need a different passport
Chorus:
Choppas on deck and I'm shooting with a hunnid clips
(ay ay ay)
Ishmael: (And I got that choppa, and I got that choppa)
I got choppas on deck and I'm shooting with a hunnid clips
(ay ay ay)
And I think I'd like to say
If they might be up in my way
Then I got choppas on deck while I'm shooting with a hunnid clips
Verse 3 (Ishmael Raps):
Never spill liquor
If its on me, might personally just fuck your shit up
Pull up the function, cut it up like Edward Scissors
Too many xannies in the building just like Thriller
I can't fuck with it at all
Duckets and digits, I ball
Can't fuck with the system, pouring liquor for niggas we lost
Roc city, Chicago, ball with all of my niggas, my dawgs
Pull up, go full throttle, vamanos hatin niggas we gone
Fuck with me baby, fuck with me baby
My shit so dumb, my shit go dumb, my shit go crazy
My nigga Rob, my nigga Joe, Chicago crazy
Run City raised me
Hot like Haiti and they hate it (they haaAAate)
Excuse me, please don't spill your liquor on my Gucci, I might you with a two piece
Nigga life is like a movie
I will not end up like a goofy
They hate but wish they knew, aye
Chorus:
Choppas on deck and I'm shooting with a hunnid clips
(ay ay ay)
I got choppas on deck and I'm shooting with a hunnid clips
(ay ay ay)
And I think I'd like to say
If they might be up in my way
Then I got choppas on deck while I'm shooting with a hunnid clips
