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
Bitch, 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)