[Intro]
Yeah, make that choppa sing like Beyoncé (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Make that choppa sing like Beyoncé
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah (Yeah), whoa, whoa, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, I made that choppa sing like Beyoncé (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I got different color Molly, yellow Ombré (Molly)
She got that wet, wet, wet, wet, okay (Okay, ooh-ooh)
I count up chips, chips, chips like some Frito Lay (Chips)
I got that choppa on me, make it sing Beyoncé (Sing, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Different color Molly, yellow Ombré (Molly)
She got that wet, wet, wet, wet, okay (Okay)
I count up chips, chips, chips like Frito Lay
[Verse]
I'm in the mall, bitch, I ball
Shooters, they shoot out the wall (Wall)
They talking 'bout me and my gang
Glizzy on me and the bullets take-off (Bullets take off)
Look at the ice on my wrist (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm nineteen and I'm rich (Yeah)
I might just fuck on your bitch (Yeah)
Passing her 'round like assist (Yeah)
Hang with the goons and the Grinch
Look at the diamond, they dance (What?)
Look at my chain, it got gems (Ooh-ooh-ooh, what?)
Sipping that mud 'til the end (End)
All that I do is set trends (Trends)
I don't know you and your friends (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I wanna fuck on your bitch, I just call up the bitch and I fuck her outside (Hey)
I only move with a pack (Skrt)
And I stay strapped like a dyke (Fah)
Glock .45 with the beam and the K
Ksubi Jeans, I got six-digit rings (Blatt)
I'm living life like a king
My niggas do the same thing (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Hole in that nigga like Fruit Loop
Bullet connect like a Bluetooth
All of my niggas, they shoot, shoot
Pull up and I drop the roof, roof (Roof)
Diamond that all in my tooth, tooth (Tooth)
And I be smoking on boof, boof
[Chorus]
Yeah, I made that choppa sing like Beyoncé (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I got different color Molly, yellow Ombré (Molly)
She got that wet, wet, wet, wet, okay (Okay, ooh-ooh)
I count up chips, chips, chips like some Frito Lay (Chips)
I got that choppa on me, make it sing, Beyoncé (Sing, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Different color Molly, yellow Ombré (Molly)
She got that wet, wet, wet, wet, okay (Okay)
I count up chips, chips, chips like Frito Lay
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
