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hotboy wes - choppa city lyrics

[intro: hotboy wes]
right
what the f_ck, n_gga?
hold on, you f_cked up
ayy, ayy, this what them real n_ggas ride to
this what they wanna listen to (this what they wanna listen to)
ayy, they want that trench baby sh_t, n_gga (they want that trench baby sh_t, n_gga)

[verse 1: hotboy wes]
really from the slums, mama too strung to raise me (raise me)
granny had the take me, thank god she had some patience (patience)
my apartment’s crazy, neighborhood like the matrix (fah, fah_fah)
book me out of booking, send her p_ssy as a waitress (yeah)
yeah, that’s my lil’ baby
street n_gga, don’t need to play it
b_tch, you keep on hidin’ from me, that’s gon’ be your people layin’
run down on your man like i was gucci mane on jeezy ass
trenches think i’m hard, calling me god like i was jeezy’s dad
five door, hoover_groover flag
bandanna around the mag’
i’m tryna put lil’ boy ass, ain’t tryna shoot up no pack
n_gga, i ain’t tryna waste no ammo on no n_gga house (house)
i’ma go get bae and get the date to bail ’em out (out)
before i start, told carbon i been a sergeant
ask the teacher about me, i been r_t_rded since kindergarten
i know n_ggas really robbin’
tryna pull up in a ‘rari (skrrt)
b_tch, you know i’m really from the—, really up ’bout them apartments (ugh)
granny sick, can’t see now, diagnosed her with glaucoma
she gon’ have a seizure if she see i have the glock on me
boy, i got my block rollin’ (woo), tryna be a yacht owner
really be in my feelings ’cause my momma in the streets and my daddy was off in prison
[chorus: hotboy wes]
fifth grade graduation, my momma never attended (nah)
juvenile detention, wishin’ that i get called for a visit (hey)
i ain’t never fold up
other n_ggas momma came, mine never showed up
i was raised ’round roaches, dreamin’ ’bout a rolls royce (uh)
these n_ggas just playing gangster, we really ain’t have a choice (nah)
and she like the way i word it, my verbal makin’ ’em noise (mine)
dozing off while i’m swervin’ like a turtle to a horse (skrrt)

[verse 2: bigxthaplug]
ayy, six_hundred lever, never felt the friction
n_gga reach out for my chain, but he go missin’
before all of this rap, b_tch, i was quick to go on missions
pop was penitentiary livin’, i was out robbin’ and stealin’
mommas still up in ’em ‘jects, didn’t wanna move ’cause that sh_t in her
plus she know how i get down, she out the way, her son a sinner
what you know ’bout masking up? six_hundred shots up in that rental
i just aim quick, before i did, but them folks swear it was my mental
now we so f_ckin’ up, i ain’t gon’ lie, this sh_t ridiculous
made a fifty in two days, i think i might go see the dentist
call up johnny, what’s the ticket?
drop a twenty, now i’m hittin’
n_gga reach, i bet i split ’em
i don’t know why n_ggas play like i ain’t come from out them trenches, where it get vicious
n_ggas speak good on the net’, but don’t know how to stand on business
n_gga disrespect the set, then it’s gon’ be a lot of k!llings
smoke a squitter, easy stretch ’cause true be told, i’m fightin’ demons
and b_tch, we shop at neiman’s
all my b_tch, she come from saks fifth
she could have got some titties, but she say she want a ass lift
there’s money in my pockets, got me walkin’ like i’m bad built
don’t think that you’re a stepper, send his ass home with a bad limb, ayy
[chorus: hotboy wes]
my daddy was off in prison
fifth grade graduation, my momma never attended (nah)
juvenile detention, wishin’ that i get called for a visit (hey)
i ain’t never fold up
other n_ggas momma came, mine never showed up
i was raised ’round roaches, dreamin’ ’bout a rolls royce (uh)
these n_ggas just playing gangster, we really ain’t have a choice (nah)
and she like the way i word it, my verbal makin’ ’em noise (mine)
dozing off while i’m swervin’ like a turtle to a horse (skrrt)

[verse 3: moneysign suede]
turn a demon to a christian, make ’em real as she gon’ fit in
i was locked up, missin’ christmas, my b_tch flashed me out a visit
i’m a trench baby, you isn’t
n_ggas be hatin’ on my ambition
if you see me, all this sh_t’s on, don’t pay attention
mind your business
all money gon’ wire them digits
why these n_ggas wanna fit in?
n_gga, we came from this, we ain’t jiggin’, ho, we jiggin’
i be tryna keep my cool, but these n_ggas just be buggin’
n_gga, i’m a prison issue, if i don’t get him, i get his cousin, ayy (on god)
free all my homies fightin’ home_runs
n_ggas be rapping about bodies, but they don’t got none
ayy, my lil’ homies gon’ get the job done
i’m with hotboy, n_gga, you not one (you not)

- hotboy wes lyrics

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