Lyrics:
haters, uh
Choppa make you dance, make you percolate up, huh
She gon' suck me now, she gon' twerk it later, huh
She say she do anything for the paper, uh
smoke
That's when we laugh
When you cry because
Lil boy you a joke
Word onna street
Is that you spinnen for bro?
I hope you do, my choppa
Hungry it be
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm
She make it fall on me
Hot like some lava
That is my man in the back w the choppa
Do not get close
Get to close he a pop ya
Lil baby choppa
It
trying
Stacking these racks i been back on my grind
Fuck it lil bro tell them my lil six
Threw my bro in the pin been hurt every since
Choppa gon' dance
like that dude
My crew don’t play by the rules
Fuck with my brother I pull out that tool
Gotta get it that’s a must
Fuck that lil bitch I can’t give her
love how she do her lil dance
Got her rolling choppas
We get high and never land aye
I make a G on these beats
I always keep it P fuck with
Me she betta
time
We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey
So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit
Banned in
cocaine)
Scales in the basement by the choppa (Pure white cocaine)
Sellin' powder white as my Balenciaga's (Pure white cocaine)
No hoop dreams, I just want
Clay Shammy in the back seat swing the K like doctor J nigga
I aint wear no mask I let him see my face before he close his eyes for good all he seen was
nigga, we got some Balmains
I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son
You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)
But really what
Choppa chop fuck a 38 special
(Who want war)
All them guns on the gram ain’t impressive
(Fuck wit me)
Them lil ass bippies
But I got a choppa
Choppa
ion do the this or that
I be high I be smoking on the pack like that
I be smoking like a nigga got a cataract
And my brody got the choppa as a matter
Rican
My whip it ain't leased, I want it and buy it
Yeah, I do the most, with my nigga we close
By then when we go, I pullin' in front
Fou' hoe called,
Slashin' lil' Kodak, BZ with a bow, ay
I'm wasted, nigga, know that
Your bitch bein' throwback, now probably you wanna know back
Nothin', nigga, toe tag,
watch me do my damn thing
I got a pocket full of money
A cigarillo full of dro
Gas tank full
Now lil' mamma wanna roll
(So what you tell 'em)
Uh
hop in the back she mad country/First thing she say is damn it’s so funky
I pull out the sack lil mama you roll Dutches?/Hell yea I’m thinking this shit
a flight now yeah
Got the blick in the back of the seat wit that choppa
And I stay wit some shottas like nle choppa
I got niggas thats ready to get at ya
just get to the Choppa
Just woke up, I get to the commas
You roll joints, I'm rollin' Impalas
I do not write I'm just telling my truth
When I get in
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
yeah
Choppa in the car, make him do a track meet
That nigga running, I heard he got a fast seat
Don't give no solution, you dead if you ask me
Choppa
Top down, she got flew'd out (whoa)
On the back seat with the extendo (yeah)
Smokin' indoor with my jewels out (yeah)
One-twenty, I blew right by
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
(Red Dirt On Tha Beat)
Fucking glo boyz
All... worldwide
Snatchin' geeks
Early mornin', shoot up in the back seat
Niggas sweet, south of hell,
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