[Trippie Redd (Chris Brown):] Flexin’ on you, I’m yo’ father (ayy) Choppa spin lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy) Got the big racks on me, bitch I’m thumbin’ through them commas Presidential rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (woo) Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa Bitch you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah) Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch you know I keep a Yoppa Know I told her yeah but bitch you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa
[Chris Brown:] Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times Don’t sleep on me, don’t speak on me, its suicide Aim it at your brain, it’s insane how them slugs fly Codeine purple rain Is this what it means when doves cry? Never leave my piece, full day under the seat Protect my family ’cause I don’t trust the police now Love my choppa and I know she loves me Ain’t no safety ’cause it got the lemon squeeze
Don’t even try You ain’t bout that life You ain’t ready to die Choppa tell the truth, it expose yo’ life
[Trippie Redd (Chris Brown):] Flexin’ on you, I’m yo’ father (ayy, father) Choppa spin lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy) Got the big racks on me, bitch I’m thumbin’ through them commas Presidential rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (yeah) Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa Bitch you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah) Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch you know I keep a Yoppa Know I told her yeah but bitch you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa
[Chris Brown:] Keep a Yoppa, my nigga I keep a choppa If you put it in, your gun jam, sayonara, c’est la vie Say you got a problem my nigg, so what’s the problem? It can go down right now, just slide up Should think smarter, should think better And I ain’t ’bout to argue with a grown ass nigga I ain’t here to play no games, give a fuck who you claim Got her on me, this the gang, I let it bang
Don’t even try You ain’t bout that life You ain’t ready to die Choppa tell the truth, it expose yo’ life
[Trippie Redd (Chris Brown):] Flexin’ on you, I’m yo’ father (ayy) Choppa spin lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy) Got the big racks on me, bitch I’m thumbin’ through them commas Presidential rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (woo) Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa Bitch you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah) Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch you know I keep a Yoppa Know I told her yeah but bitch you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa