Choppa Won't Miss
Playboi Carti, Young Thug
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Yeah! We ain't wasting no time (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Splat, splat, splat, woo! Choppa won't miss a nigga Choppa won't miss a nigga Choppa won't miss a nigga Hundred round drum killin' everybody Hundred round drum killin' everybody Choppa won't miss a nigga She hop on the dick and she split Hop on my dick like a bitch Suck on my dick like a tick You a copier, yeah, you like to copy shit You ain't even on the style 'til young Carti popped the shit I got hella hoes (woah), on some papi shit (woah, woah) Need to pop a bitch, need a solid bitch, harder than a brick Choppers on the counter, pints all in the fridge Choppa won't miss a nigga Choppa won't miss a nigga Choppa won't miss a nigga Hundred round drum killin' everybody Hundred round drum killin' everybody Choppa won't miss a nigga Out there running with my gun Young nigga shoot for fun Put some money on your head, I sell yo ass for ten I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit I got bitches on top of bitches, and all my bitches tens I spill and then I milly rock, just hide it in my sock I got bitches in the lot (lot), pouring up the pop (pop) Choppa won't miss a nigga Choppa won't miss a nigga Choppa won't miss a nigga Hundred round drum killin' everybody (yeah) Hundred round drum killin' everybody Choppa won't miss a nigga (grrrah, Jeffrey!) Thirty round drum in the jean jacket That makin' mean my jean kinda baggy I never go for a chain snatch (I never go for a chain snatch) I done been done had the same jewerly Three-twenty all on the dash A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon Me and the dawgs smokin' nothin' but nasty (dawg!) F*ck the law and whoever askin' (yeah yeah) Cheated on my bitch with a bitch, so you know she was livid Cheated on my bitch with a bitch with bigger titties 'Bout to cheat on my bitch with a mothafuckin' midget (mothafuckin' midget) Bank with my card, I go hard in every city Stackin' for the dawg, I got hoes in every city That funny hoe, why that bitch say that we living here? Ran over the law, if I tell 'em, "aye, let's get it" Platinum way, let's get it, diamonds in my face, let's get it I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, aye! Choppa won't miss a nigga Choppa won't miss a nigga Choppa won't miss a nigga Hundred round drum killin' everybody Hundred round drum killin' everybody Choppa won't miss a nigga Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew! Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew! Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
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Written by: Jeffrey Williams, Jordan Carter, Jordan Timothy Jenks
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