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jay fizzle - choppas on choppas lyrics
[intro]
okay
you heard what big bro said
fizzle brought the gun
(sosa808)
know what the f_ck going on, n_gga
this sh_t all facts n_gga
straight up
big grape
[chorus]
these n_ggas b_tches, ain’t know what i’m on
fizzle got straps, yeah, i stay with the chrome
got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, my choppa game long
play with the gang, and we send your ass home
we aim at your top, tryna knock off your dome
smoking on opps, yeah, kush my cologne (zaza)
walk in my trap, you can tell what i’m on
we could take your life, boy, you ain’t coming back
cut the boy up, like a whole brick of crack
my young n_gga a buck, and you won’t get it back
heard he a b_tch, so we took the boy strap
ain’t ducking, no smoke, n_ggas know where i’m at (pull up)
post in the field with a stick like a bat
he tried to run off, he got shot in thе back (tried to run off, he got shot in the back)
[verse 1]
choppa thе size of a tall n_gga, uh, .223, call it michael lebron
pull up, and hit a n_gga block like a worm
beefing with gang, n_gga got to be dumb
choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas
we got them glocks, got them glocks, got them glocks
we catch a body, a body, a body
clean a n_gga block with these motherf_cking mops
i go to sleep with that thing in my hand, no doubt about it, i do every show with it
this n_gga took off and ran with these bands
cold hearted, i f_ck around when your ho with it
banging in school, man i’ve always been holding that thing on my hand, man i ain’t need no n_gga
trapping lil’ n_gga, i’ve never been broke n_gga
i lay him down, put the boy face on the floor n_gga
lil’ n_gga try the gang, choppa gon’ hit his lip
my lil’ n_gga poppin’ sh_t, i got your brother k!lled
f_ck around with a crip, caught the boy, body slipped
he tried to run, put a hole in the n_gga hip
glock with the pocket clip, .30 right by my d_ck
young n_gga droppin’ sh_t, i sold the hottest sh_t
police ain’t stoppin’ sh_t, n_ggas be talking sh_t
playing, we send the boy up like a rocket ship
[chorus]
these n_ggas b_tches, ain’t know what i’m on
fizzle got straps, yeah, i stay with the chrome
got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, my choppa game long
play with the gang, and we send your ass home
we aim at your top, tryna knock off your dome
smoking on opps, yeah, kush my cologne (zaza)
walk in my trap, you can tell what i’m on
we could take your life, boy, you ain’t coming back
cut the boy up, like a whole brick of crack
my young n_gga a buck, and you won’t get it back
heard he a b_tch, so we took the boy strap
ain’t ducking, no smoke, n_ggas know where i’m at (pull up)
post in the field with a stick like a bat
he tried to run off, he got shot in the back (tried to run off, he got shot in the back)
[verse 2]
my demons, they hop out the rental, start dumping
bangin’ in my hood, we coming like crumpton
100 deep on a n_gga block like a function
them bullets all flying, them n_ggas start running
guns in my house, man they call me the gunman
glock with a .30, the choppas got .100s
he had to box, so we made his ass fumble
young n_gga small, so i ain’t with the running
gang send the opps to the graveyard, choppa hit you and all yall
shoot n_gga sh_t, no basketball, got caught with the strap in the school hall
k!ll n_gga quicker than fentanyl, we smoke a opp like menthol
cuz pull up, just one call, i make lil’ cuz k!ll all yall
gang got a n_gga back, just like a shirt or some
grape brought the choppas out, we tryna murder some
lay that boy down, put him in a hurst or some
put the boy face on a motherf_cking shirt or some
post on the block, he get sh_t with the taliban
drum on the stick, like a motherf_cking marching band
young n_gga hot as f_ck, go call the fireman
lil’ n_gga play, he pull up, and k!ll every man
[chorus]
these n_ggas b_tches, ain’t know what i’m on
fizzle got straps, yeah, i stay with the chrome
got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, my choppa game long
play with the gang, and we send your ass home
we aim at your top, tryna knock off your dome
smoking on opps, yeah, kush my cologne (zaza)
walk in my trap, you can tell what i’m on
we could take your life, boy, you ain’t coming back
cut the boy up, like a whole brick of crack
my young n_gga a buck, and you won’t get it back
heard he a b_tch, so we took the boy strap
ain’t ducking, no smoke, n_ggas know where i’m at (pull up)
post in the field with a stick like a bat
he tried to run off, he got shot in the back (tried to run off, he got shot in the back)
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