Choppa

I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck

I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck

I got some shooters chillin' in the backseat
Pull up on you like a taxi
I ride for my brothers, you don't gotta ask me
Mashed up in a black tee
I send my dawgs out to get ya
Bullets hit you in your mouth like they kissed ya
OG Bobby gassed up in my system
Pull up on a hot block, and we bliss 'em

If you not gang, can't hang
All black, Bruce Wayne
Kick the lil' bitch, oh she got mood swings
If we pull up on your block it's for two things
Bang bang, shoot things
Then we hop up in the whip, with the glick and we switch lanes
Big money, no loose chains
At the top of the food chain with a huge chain, that's a huge drain

If you test my nigga, then nigga you fucked up
Sippin' lean out the double cup
Tell her "Bring a friend", I'll bring Zu and we'll double up
Better think twice 'bout runnin' up
We could shoot it out, or better yet we could knuckle up
These niggas ain't tough as us
Choppa came with two drums and they 'boutta bust a nut

23, MJ
I gotta get it today
Pull up on a nigga block with AK
If he keep talkin' I'ma let that lil' bitch spray
'Cause I do not play by money, I need that shit now
Black and white like a cow
Beat the pussy make it meow

Yeah, I got that choppa on deck
Come at me, I might just put you in check
I pull up at ya with a glock at your neck
You can't fuck with this game, time to hop off the deck

I'm with TBT, no they ain't ready see
Got these amphetamines, it's time to crown the kings
Rolex please pull out the blings
I don't think they really know we 'boutta go to get the gold and go and spread our wings

I'm goin' in with this rap ditty rap-pack sack
Gonna make them scat, nothing's gonna hold me back
In fact, I'm gonna show these fuckin' fuckers who the fuck is gonna duck
When I come in with a motherfuckin' gat

Oh is that a little too fast
Let me slow it down, 'cause your mind can't process that
Might be my first track, but I'm already spittin' bars
Your career is fuckin' sinking, mine's only going far

Beat it up, beat it up
Get a hoe to the pot and I beat it up
She throw me that pussy, I eat it up
I'm on your block with a Creeper brah
Yeah, jeepers creepers brah
We gon' pull up, "Fah, fah, fah"
Aye, Zu where that choppa at
Gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang)

I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck

I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I got that choppa on deck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck
I pull up, I spray at yo neck

Man, shouts out to Ionika man

Aye Ty, it ain't over man