green (remix)
Chorus (mig)
Put racks on his head
I gotta stack my bread, choppa gon' fill a nigga up with lead
Bitch heard what I said, she sippin' on green, we sippin on red
Most of these bitches be sped, I'm worried 'bout racks, I get 'em instead
Yeah, you better run run run run
Play wit my son son son son, got a choppa wit' gang gang gang gang
We havin' fun fun fun fun, we ain't worried bout nun nun nun nun
Wait 'til the sun sun sun up, choppa get that boy gone gone gone gone
Put racks on his head
I gotta stack my bread, choppa gon' fill a nigga up with lead
Bitch heard what I said, she sippin' on green, we sippin on red
Most of these bitches be sped, I'm worried 'bout racks, I get 'em instead
Yeah, you better run run run run
Play wit my son son son son, got a choppa wit' gang gang gang gang
We havin' fun fun fun fun, we ain't worried bout nun nun nun nun
Wait 'til the sun sun sun up, choppa get that boy gone gone gone gone
Verse 1 (mig)
That nigga done done done done, leave that boy dead
That hoe be texting my phone way too much, leave her on read
Niggas thinkin' I ain't up, I ain't worried, all the trends I set
Niggas really be my son, wanna copy all the shit I said
Niggas know I said that, money tall, I spread that
Call yo hoe, 'cause she on my phone, and I asked her how I want her head at
Killed a nigga when he too close, tell that pussy nigga just to get back
Fuckin' a hoe, how you flex that? Tell me nigga, where yo checks at?
Tell me nigga where yo- (Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
Verse 2 (che)
Tell me nigga where yo checks at?
Big bank, never stressed that
I got some [?] on my phone, but I never ever had 'em wit' yo [?] ass
Told this hoe I never text back, got good gas never [?] that
[?] tag, get him sent back, bullets [?]
Pussy nigga take a step back, or you dead
I'm in the A wit' a big gat, sippin' [?] and it's red
I cannot fuck wit' yo bitch ass, leave yo bitch ass on read
Yuh, choppa really finna swish that nigga
Smoke a nigga like a swisher [?] nigga
I been worried 'bout a bigger bag, nigga
Chorus (mig)
Put racks on his head
I gotta stack my bread, choppa gon' fill a nigga up with lead
Bitch heard what I said, she sippin' on green, we sippin on red
Most of these bitches be sped, I'm worried 'bout racks, I get 'em instead
Yeah