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@squadboi_choppa - the real choppa lyrics
look
my n_gga you p_ssy,fat b_tch
hit you with the stick, backflip
give me 10 of them hoes, trap sh_t
how you call youself choppa ain’t shot sh_t?
well i wanna see what you brought b_tch
chopstick, pop sh_t
he say he want smoke we can match that
we gon’ pull up and give him a whole grip
chops in the front you see a glock in my hand
we drove on your street you seen us and you ran
ima up it and spray it hit him and his man
imma do him like biggie and 2pac his friends
b_tch
look
im giving out bullets you tryna throw hands
we pull up to your show we gon shoot at you fans
shawty cappin that ass make me bust in my pants
imma f_ck er like i just got out the pen
i load up the 40 then load up the van
we empty the clip on whoever on gang
we gon cap everybody my n_ggas got aim
put two in your back and one in your brain
i let it pop like a soldier
she give me top cause she know im a soldier
im stacking it up like im working at krogers
im trynna buy me a (?)
my n_ggas on pointing no f_cking us over
mini draco that b_tch strapped on my shoulder
silencer added pull up in a rover
7.62 hit your body its over
we can take you to war b_tch im bringing the load
imma murder you n_ggas and f_ck all your hoes
free my big brother he way up the road
f_ck n_gga got shot in his chest and he told
n_gga put you on the l!ck and you froze
you lying you frontin i know you a hoe
i be in the trap getting rid of these loads
og in the drawer got me holding my nose
smashing your b_tch cause i know she a hoe
bring both of my n_ggas i know she gon go
but all of my n_ggas i know they gon blow
b_tch
takin the woe
gang sh_t
look b_tch
i know you a goofy
i know your n_ggas ain’t shooters
i know you n_ggas ain’t moving
you n_ggas be on computers
my n_ggas be on the block with the rugers
we’d rather pull up and come f_ck your hood up
(?) told me get the drum n_gga tool up
we boutta slide on these n_ggas on buddah
b_tch my extended clip as long as a ruler
30 shots send it i dont need a cooler
we was out robbin i dont need to fool ya
gold on my neck never been to a jeweller
she give me brain so i call her my tutor
she think its fun like shes working at hooters
pull out to find out that you won’t use it
b_tch
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