I wish everything I touch would turn to gold

NLE, you heard me

Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shottaBaby Mexico shotta

We finna talk our shit, you heard me

Why not? Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis

I′m with the shit like I'm Dennis

I started this shit, I′ma finish

Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image

Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope

Extended clip long as a rope

We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold

I knew that boy was a hoe

Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'

What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin′?

I am a beast, you cannot tame it

Don′t point the finger, this shit can get dangerous

These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin′

Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin′ his wallet

You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it

In a shoot out, your gun was droppin′

You really a fraud

You cannot stomp on his yard

My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards

I am so high that I′m talking′ to stars

I'm gone off them jiggas, I′m poppin' them bars

Don′t mind my pimpin', bitch, don′t sweat me

Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li

Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?

Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me

Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala

Hit the party 50 deep, nun′ but my shotta

Nigga tried me, so you know I had to pop him

So many bullets, it confused the doctor

Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks

Fuck a headshot, I′ma shoot him in the back

3.5 rolled up in the cack

We don't smoke Reggie, this shit called gas

I′m sticked up, like a blind man

I'm super hot, like a frying pan

He said that he gon′ take some from me

Ayy, just know, he lyin' man

I′ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle

Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle

Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple

And if a nigga run up, I′ma pop him like a pimple

Get rich or die tryin′, I'm feelin′ like 50

Brand new choppa got double d titties

Niggas don't play me, I don′t get silly

Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah

Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah

Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli

I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly

Feelin′ like I'm Kobe, can't ner′ nigga hol′ me

If he wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili

And I′m with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I′m Toby, yeah

And I'm with the shit lil′ homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah

Bitch!

Finna ad-lib, keep all that

(Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah)

Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh)

(This shit straight drop, lil′ nigga, no cut)

Ayy Tay, keep all that

(Straight drop, lil′ nigga, no cut)

Keep all that, yeah, yeah

(Up from my hip, yeah)