BEDROCKER!

[Verse 1: Mak Sauce]
And I
Just popped and E, I'm somewhere rolling off this ecstasy
I'm geeked off Telsa pills like Elon Musk, done got the best of me
Stack up that cabbage, I wrap up that cabbage, I stack up that cabbage and blow it again
Walk up the steps and I'm fly as a [?], 2 bad hoes on when I'm boarding the jet
Chopsticks, board the jet
He want pressure, get him wet
2 C's on little chelsea like I bought her a Cha-nay-nay bag
Michael Jordan, body bag his ass
He play, we wrap his ass
Nigga get toe tagged, oh yea
Told her to throw it back, go 'head
Master P, fuck that shit I'm balling with no limit
Copped a Bentley then I wrecked it
Got Baguetties on my necklace
Baguetti spaghetti
Run up my watch, fitted
Don't eat green but I get to that lettuce
Hopped inside that Hellcat and I hauled ass
Bozo swing that chopper like a ball bag (all flats)
When I dip the wings, crispy cream, boneless wings and things
Put your chin right on this spleen and have that pussy nigga sleep
Fuck it, I go all in
Burberry with the dark tint
What he said?
Fuck that, bring his head tomorrow
Real deal popper, I hit the chopper
Sauce, no Walka
No Zoey, but Dollaz
Feel like a pimp, I'ma pop my collar
Cake, Betty Crocker
Heart stopper
With that chopper
Better duck when we bust it
Rock-a-bye, leave him concussion
I take the cap off his blueberry muffin
Hold on wait
Met her once and fucked her face
Ándale
He'll get clapped like patty cake, patty cake
Mak where you at
Riding through LA with sticks and k's

[Chorus: Mak Sauce]
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
Fuck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pussy nigga said something
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
Fuck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pussy nigga said something

[Verse 2: Chris King]
Keeping Glocks [?]
And we giving the hospital bed pain
[?]
[?] new Vlone, Lieutenant Dan
[?]
I pop a perc, it's a 10, it's a decadence
Bet this bullet be lighter than breath of wind
[?] and the brand new Benz
[?] designer luggage
On the baggage claim where you might get discovered
The cup went off-road and that bitch is muddy
Sliding like jelly and peanut butter
I make it look easy, it's nothing
I slide on an opp like he said something 'bout my mama
[?], I keep it on me
[?]

[Chorus: Mak Sauce]
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
Fuck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pussy nigga said something
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
Fuck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pussy nigga said something

[Verse 3: 5ive]
Excuse me, beg your pardon
I thought a pussy nigga really said something
Truth be told I ain't got time to hold a conversation unless I'm getting bread from it
Niggas always tryna cock-block so I cock-block and bust lead from it
Pussy nigga I'ma top shotter on my block
Nigga, you just [?] running
I just shoot a couple racks off to them goons and they get the [?]
You ain't get what I said, dummy?
Go get that nigga
Fresher than a bitch, I'm walking with the clique, I got a semi on my hip
If a nigga trip I up it off my hip and empty out the whole clip
Pussy nigga trip, I'm jumping out the whip and you can bet it's going down
Go get that nigga

[Chorus: Mak Sauce]
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
Fuck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pussy nigga said something
I got 10 choppers
I'ma head popper
Where the baby bottle
Real deal pilly popper
Chopper spraying something
Fuck your man, he dead homie (but Mak!)
Oh, I'm tripping, thought a pussy nigga said something