MAKE OUT WITH MY CHOPPA

Pop a hundred fuckin bottles

For a hundred fucking thots (boob-boob-boob)

I roll with hundred fucking monstres

With some fully loadad chops (prrrrr)

He not chasin for his hoe, i dont know all my opps

Its a hundred thousand bitches, wanna drink up from my cock (lets go)

Make out with my chop, make out with this chop

Got a hundred pairs Louis V, i dont fuck Gucci socks

Bitch im bustin, need VVs on me, they say I go too raw

Yeah i got beans on me

Got lean on me those 223 i rock

When she suck my dick

She call me daddy, thats your mom

Boy, i pick ten for KanKan, I cant get no more trauma

B-bitch trynna kick my feet up, i been countin up all summer (bet)

I just hit lil Ren, I said, You shit on Dj Drama

And my bitch on this house

So i fuck that hoe on time

And this hoe want fuck because like my mama (slatt)

F&N, we hawkin shit, you hear that?

Thats that thunder

This big ass click KRISS Vec

This that eternal slumber (turn the bass up)

Make out with my chop (slatt)

Make out with this chop (blatt)

Make out with my chop (slatt)

Make out with this chop (blatt)

Make out with my chop (slatt)

Make out with this chop (blatt)

Make out with my chop (slatt)

Make out with

Pop a hundred fuckin bottles for a hundred fuckin thots

Pop a hundred fuckin bottles for a hundred fucking thots

Pop a hundred fuckin bottles for a hundred fucking thots

Pop a hundred fuckin bottles for a hundred fucking thots

Make out with my chop (slatt)

Make out with this chop (blatt)

Gót a hundred pair Louis V, I dont fuck gucci socks

Bitch, in bustin, need VVs on me

They say i go too raw

Yeah, I got beans on me

Got lean on me these 223s I rock (Wohoo)

(Th-this is what yall wanted right?)