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Roy, you get me angry Playful, I'm too active, chopper gon' eat out your heart Then I'm gon' smack your bitch ass with the back of the gun Then I'm crackin' heads just like a card (Bang) Thinkin' you're slick, well, I already spotted your ass I'ma shoot your bitch-ass from afar Swear it was one of him, now I see two of that guy 'Cause that chopper, it split him apart (Ayy) Bitches, they love me, they tip me, I'm high Me and my Glock, we two peas in the pod (Two peas in the pod) I hit one button, the coupe, it gon' start Off a whole eight of Wock' got me fallin' apart (It's Wop) Dick on the stick when I look up and crack at your head Boy, that chopper, it love to applaud Thinking you seein', but no, no, really, you don't You dreamin', it's all a facade Sippin' that Wock', I need to stop 'Cause that's all I see when I pee (Ayy, Wop) Might just get top in the back of the Uber, nope, I bended that shit (Ayy) Pull out the Porsches, Lamb', 'Raris, and Rovers, and Bentleys and shit Actin' strange, your money ain't shit You know you ain't spendin' that shit (Fuck you) You play, we gon' chop off your arm We play with them tools like we work for a farm SongtexteBitch, you blew up your trap with a bomb (Boom) On that Taliban shit, bitch, I feel like Saddam Got a scope on that stick 'cause I love when they run Blood gush when they scream, I'ma cut off they tongue We don't tolerate shit, fuck nigga get hung We from the [?] big guns (Ugh) Playful, I'm too active, chopper gon' eat out your heart Then I'm gon' smack your bitch ass with the back of the gun Then I'm crackin' heads just like a card (Ayy) Thinkin' you're slick, well, I already spotted your ass I'ma shoot your bitch-ass from afar (Pew-pew-pew, ugh) Swear it was one of him, now I see two of that guy 'Cause that chopper, it split him apart (Ayy) Bitches, they love me, they tip me, I'm high Me and my Glock, we two peas in the pod (Pod) I hit one button, the coupe, it gon' start Off a whole eight of Wock' got me fallin' apart (Ugh) Dick on the stick when I look up and crack at your head Boy, that chopper, it love to applaud (Pew-pew-pew, ugh) Thinking you seein', but no, no, really, you don't You dreamin', it's all a facade (It's Wop) Aus Songtexte Mania