Choppin' Blades - Mike WiLL Made It, Jody Highroller, Slim Jxmmi

What’s up Uncle Charles

I can shop on Mars

I can play guitar, been ballin' with the stars

Jody Highroller, anything can happen

Yokohama tires, and your rims neon plastic

Ballin' so hard, might wheel when I jay-walk

Shoot jumpers in Atlanta, figured I was kin to Mookie Blaylock

600 with the kid, ballin on you and your fucking bitch

I can flip Ferrari with diamonds on my fucking wrist

Going to hiatus, smoke weed up out of papers

Balling like the Lakers, Versace touch the pavement

Sandals touch the sand

Rocks up on my hand

I can sell oil, like Afghanistan

On my gators

I can Walter Peyton

As-salamu alaykum

I can eat bacon

I can sink a ship

Balling like Wilt, ya’ll know who that is

Got more gold than Rumpelstilts'

Locking out them bars, chains in my cars

While I’m out to bars, got the syrup in my drawers

Don’t be alarmed, in my heart is popsicle

I’m flipping candy pickle and my car is candy nickel

Diamonds integrated

KKK must hate me

Did the fuckin' Matrix when she tried to be my baby

Bitch had me mistaken

Bitch don’t scratch my Dayton’s!

Thanks to Mr. Franklin, we don’t eat top ramens

My bitch from the Cayman’s, kill shit when I came in

Lookin' at the map I’m tryin' to find a place I ain’t been

Lookin' at the list ain’t not one ho that I can’t hit

This car knows every language

I’m choppin' up the pavement!

Choppin' up these bars

Cut just like tar

Flip double seven, I went hard up in the yard

Ballin out the gym, and I’m burning guard

Whip making plays, now I’m with the all stars

Can we get a glimpse

Chilling with these boppers and they wanna french kiss

In today’s craze, you can ride the wave

I be flippin' foreign

I be choppin' blades