Bullets

I got about a hunnid bullets loaded and they ready to explode up in this muthafuckin choppa (bang bang bang)

You know that it’s a million opps I know I pulled up on a opp he smoking ceaser he’s a muthafuckin imposter (wank)

If came o’s with all my jewelry and all my rolls and all my bros and em I’m ordering chicken I don’t eat no lobster (nah)

If came o’s we pull up on yo block with frozen niggas you know that we ain’t playing games we don’t pop out we pop up (yea yeaa)

I’m balling with my shotta (skrt br bang bang)

Aka my shooter (gang gang)

And we don’t pop out we pop up (rrr rr gang gang)

Bitch we pop out smokin tooka (dang dang)

One hand holding my ruger (gang)

Other hand smoking my tooka (dang dang)

Bitch this a Johnny dang (dang)