Artist: A$AP Mob Album: Lords Never Worry Song: Choppas On Deck Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] Medusa faces turn me into stone Versace killas and Raff murdering Dior hoes My skinny niggaz fuckin' bring the chrome The only thing I'm killin' is a microphone, now let my little niggaz take you home One straight to the dome, better ring the alarm, Fergy's home Ever taste the chrome? Way far from a silver spoon Sing yo lullabies, watch yo mother and yo brother cry Fuck yo sister brains, cause a mental homicide Mothafuck yo life, fuck yo family nigga, fuck yo wife I be down for life (A$AP) those my brothers for life Big money, talk to me knots, talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all Grippin' that MAC now he grippin' the floor, rat-tat-tat-tat let it split through yo jaw Laid on your back, whispering Lord, then he couldn't see his death Berettas under the leather, he couldn't see this Tec Teflon vest for those who test A bunch of niggaz gettin' throwed, call me Jazzy Jeff [Chorus: 2X] I got these choppas on deck, and the 9 is on deck And the Llamas on deck, just in case you ain't heard what I said I got these choppas on deck, and the 9 is on deck And the Llamas on deck, just in case you ain't heard what I said [Verse 2] I'm drowning these niggaz, no coroner with me, in Vitamin Water like Formula 50 I'm pipin' yo daughter mothafucka come get me, one clip to the brain, gone in a jiffy I'm pipin' yo dame, cum on her titties, beef lo mein all in a? Oodles and noodles hangin' out his fitted, somebody done died, who knows who done did it Somebody gon' ride, bangin' with the Smith'n, now it's Men in Black, I will Will Smith him Semi-automac, brrat it will lift him, preacher gon' sing, momma gon' listen He was on that bullshit, Jordan on Pippen, so I had to pull shit, feeling so tempting Rocks on his socks, Shawshank Redemption, somebody gon' die, who know who done did it [Chorus 2X]