MOP UP!

[Intro: Aerial Ace]
Uh, yeah, huh, ay, huh, OK, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, brrrrra yuh yuh yuh, ay, woo ay, let's go!

[Verse 1: Aerial Ace]
Fuck a question, I toss out a hook and I smack 'em
Like Satou, I'm catching 'em lacking
My dogs right beside me when I'm at the faction
They split my light work, refraction
We stomping that nigga all red like the Kappas
Huh, skrrt with that chop like I'm Shaga
Clip to a fake nigga, uh, Mappa
I'm a director, choppa voice actor
I'm a sharpshooter, I stay with degrees
Tech on me, Oshiroi, I pop at the key
You scruffs couldn't touch me as my own goatee
Like Kyou Sawagi, I'm too OP, oh wait
Nigga wanna box, run down
I father and bitch a nigga, son down
Yeah, he got hart on a screen, what now?
Now he look stupid, he ain't say one noun

[Verse 2: Mir Blackwell]
Shorty like Sen, had to icе out my witch
Look at my rollie, I iced out my wrist
My shawty a beauty, I pipе her, she thick
Fuck with the gang, you get chopped with the sticks
If I pop, you'll get hit, they gon' call you a doctor
Bald heads in the clips, I got monks in the chopper
If you fuck with the boy, you get cut from the roster
If he stuck on the floor, tell that boy to get mopped up
You can end up in a box if you act soft
I got a hand for a nigga that back talk
Eating is not in your plans if you slack off
I wouldn't buy what he saying for half off
Ain't no one testing my crew
Get thrown to the wolves if he step in the room
He talk on the gang, do him just like he Yuu
Chop hit him right in the chest when it shoot

[Verse 3: Aerial Ace & Mir Blackwell]
Hit 'em right in the chest, like a motherfucking QB
Looking for me? You'll find me where the food be
You beating us? You must be on some shroomies
If he want action, catch clips like a movie
I got a choppa, it's kicking like Kyou
And I got a choppa that's kicking like Kyou
Watch 'em shoot double time in this bitch when they go
Choppa spit double time, it's like slim when I flow
Me and dewey rack dough, like Roddick and Federer
I move with the bands like I play with the editors
My gun a thottie, bitch, I wouldn't mess with her
Talk on the gang and get boxed like a tesla truck
Watch me run off with a charge like a tesla truck
He really thought he could hang with the best of us
Horse around, we send you flying, no Pegasus
All of my niggas 'bout action, like predicates
Here with a baddie, I'm teaching her etiquette, spooning her down, then it's off to the side
Yes, I in fact, keep a toy in my pocket, listen, kid, don't even try
Back in the days, niggas slept on the Loop, now I hop on these tracks and I open their eyes
Aerial Ace and Durag on the track, man, these niggas forgot about ocean and sky