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Choppa Style
by Nique Got-It
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Choppa Style aye, shootin bricks at her
Bi*** bad wit a bag, you can't get at her
Want me to fall off, so you can feel better
When you got ni***s biting yo style, you a trendsetter
I can fuck a bag up, but its gon be a minute
Big money 550 wit yo BM in it
Ain't play yo cards right, so you can't deal wit her
She moved on and found peace wit a real ni***
I got brick fare, get a truck load,
Can supply the whole city head honcho
Aint spend no bread ni***, so what you come fo
Don't need no drugs to pop a ni*** but the blunt rolled
Pullin up in war zones, where its at
Ready to finger fuck the trigger cause I love sex
You know I'm strapped up, don't need no blood test
This bi*** ghetto she keep asking where the runtz at
I'm living my best life, like here he go again
All of the h**s in my DM they got boyfriends
I just be playin dumb, I don't know what it is
Same bi***es you be on, I be h**ing them (Ni***)
Choppa Style aye, shootin bricks at her
Bi*** bad wit a bag, you can't get at her
Want me to fall off, so you can feel better
When you got ni***s biting yo style, you a trendsetter
I can fuck a bag up, but its gon be a minute
Big money 550 wit yo BM in it
Ain't play yo cards right, so you can't deal wit her
She moved on and found peace wit a real ni***
Just sold a half thang, took me nine minutes
Paid lawyer period I can buy a sentence
The story never over, no matter how it ended
Rod Wave cuban links but I ain't dyin in em
I can say some foul shit, like my speech funky
Check a ni*** temperature without no heat on me
How you gon short me like its cool, think I don't need money
Give em tender, love, and care when I creep on em
Tired of holding ni***s hands, okay there I said
Time to pay they show up late like the paramedics
They ran off I ran it up, I was they last blessing
Now I'm sitting on dog shit just like Craig daddy (H** a** ni***s)
Bricks at her, bad wit a bag, you can't get at her
Fall off, so you can feel better
When you got ni***s biting yo style, you a trendsetter
I can fuck a bag up, but its gon be a minute
Big money 550 wit yo BM in it
Ain't play yo cards right, so you can't deal wit her
She moved on and found peace wit a real ni***
Choppa Style aye, shootin bricks at her
Bi*** bad wit a bag, you can't get at her
Want me to fall off, so you can feel better
When you got ni***s biting yo style, you a trendsetter
I can fuck a bag up, but its gon be a minute
Big money 550 wit yo BM in it
Ain't play yo cards right, so you can't deal wit her
She moved on and found peace wit a real ni***
I got brick fare, get a truck load,
Can supply the whole city head honcho
Aint spend no bread ni***, so what you come fo
Don't need no drugs to pop a ni*** but the blunt rolled
Pullin up in war zones, where its at
Ready to finger fuck the trigger cause I love sex
You know I'm strapped up, don't need no blood test
This bi*** ghetto she keep asking where the runtz at
I'm living my best life, like here he go again
All of the h**s in my DM they got boyfriends
I just be playin dumb, I don't know what it is
Same bi***es you be on, I be h**ing them (Ni***)
Choppa Style aye, shootin bricks at her
Bi*** bad wit a bag, you can't get at her
Want me to fall off, so you can feel better
When you got ni***s biting yo style, you a trendsetter
I can fuck a bag up, but its gon be a minute
Big money 550 wit yo BM in it
Ain't play yo cards right, so you can't deal wit her
She moved on and found peace wit a real ni***
Just sold a half thang, took me nine minutes
Paid lawyer period I can buy a sentence
The story never over, no matter how it ended
Rod Wave cuban links but I ain't dyin in em
I can say some foul shit, like my speech funky
Check a ni*** temperature without no heat on me
How you gon short me like its cool, think I don't need money
Give em tender, love, and care when I creep on em
Tired of holding ni***s hands, okay there I said
Time to pay they show up late like the paramedics
They ran off I ran it up, I was they last blessing
Now I'm sitting on dog shit just like Craig daddy (H** a** ni***s)
Bricks at her, bad wit a bag, you can't get at her
Fall off, so you can feel better
When you got ni***s biting yo style, you a trendsetter
I can fuck a bag up, but its gon be a minute
Big money 550 wit yo BM in it
Ain't play yo cards right, so you can't deal wit her
She moved on and found peace wit a real ni***
