Hella Choppas (feat. Kurryadoyaaa)
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Aye, Aye, Gang Gang Blttt, Gang, Aye (Slimee Slimee) Bow, Bow-Bow, Aye Aye Aye (Slimee Slimee) Gang, Finatic I'm So Slimee, Gang Gang (Ayo, watch that car yo') Gang, Gang Gang (Watch that car) Gang Gang Gang (On Bro, Bow-Bow) And we carry, hella choppers Like, we fuckin' butchers Lil bro' sweet as hell, leave him sour Like, some fuckin' sugar Shots pluck his nose, I ain't lookin' for no fuckin' boogers That lil' bitch a prostitute, so my swag could fuckin' hooker She boppin' the dick, so I call her a puller If she tryna work, gang gon' have to cook her I'm a pothead fryin', I think I'm a cooker I feel like chef, cuz these hallows a cooker Swingin this car, this shit do a drift These bullets gon' twirl, then f*ck up his twists I'm gon let it spray, now he caught in the mist It's me and Lil' Kurry, you know it's a hit bitch Walk down on a opp, tryna' leave shit swissed Nigga ran up on me, got shot in his shit He talk on the net, he think I'm a kid You niggas be broke, I'm tryna' get rich Lil' Walk, tryna leave a nigga head in the ground No aimin' at legs, I'm aimin' at crowns F*ck first night, then she gotta get out Always got bread, ain't never a drought You niggas be hoes, lets talk about slidin' You niggas be bitches, you niggas be hidin' Nigga, Beat up on Kurry? Yall niggas be lyin' Weed in my lungs, I swear I be fryin' You niggas be grown and so damn broke Hallows hit his neck, it's makin' him choke She givin' me head, I'm lovin' her throat Tryna' take off his wig, I'ma bang at his fro I love money and money love me If a nigga come between, he get put in a dream Got game outside, we make a good team Got hit in his face, that lil' nigga screamed You niggas on feet, soon as we hop out the wheels Know I'm the man, when you see that steel Niggas just talkin', I'ma tell for real Me and the homies, tryna' run up a mill Pick up a tool, I'm ready to drill I said that I am, you know that I will And the clip go bananas, this shit like to peel Got a numb ass heart, I don't know how to feel You already know how I'm comin, f*ck Brady I'm throwin' these bullets, when I'm in the field Just call me a dragon, I'm spittin' this fire When I'm in the booth, I'ma give you the chills Damn, sat his ass down, f*ck a couch That nigga bitin' the cheese, damn, he a fuckin' mouse That lil' hoe a treesh, she gon put the dick, all in her mouth Swing by his crib, then we shootin' up his fuckin house Four four-fours, now we comin' like Jay Z Pull up in a hockey mask, like Casey I call my gun JD, cuz it's goin Krazy I'ma bang at his crown, his shit lookin' wavy His blood gon' smother, he thought it was gravy Get popped like a chain, he goin thru slavery These shots gon' rock him, we made him a baby These niggas be suckin', that shit don't phase me I ain't a baby, but this toy? I play with it And you probably think it's my favorite, because I lay with it And you probably think it's my Mother, because I stay with it I don't need no oven mitts, but you know I bake with it Gang, Bitch
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