Choppas!
Bitches love that Imma hot boy I made it off the block
Niggas talkin like they bout in reality they not
Fell in love with my bank roll I'm tying up them knots
I aint neva need a handout I'm chasing up the guap
Niggas typin from a distance like they fingas neva stop
They gon think I work for maintenance I'm bringin in the mop
Nina make you do the cha cha
Niggas always cappin they been talkin bout that rara
Hit it from the back she hitting notes ain't no LaLa
Dick gon make her do a dance lady Gaga
Clip came wit extension it do magic Harry Potta
Niggas fuckin wit the change like my name Obama
I don't wanna hear the number if it ain't no coma
Niggas wanted this we up the score it ain't no drama
Jus a lot a shottas
I be with my niggas pushing work like I was Shaba
She call me her aba
Divin in the pussy that shit fina lotta Aqua
Niggas want the smoke from big guns like I'm popeye
So we bringin choppas
I ain't want the end but thas the story for the oppas
Rollin up a wood we lighting gas in the droptop
Bitch I ain't the feds cannot cuff I'm not a cop cop
I jus want the head no relations you a thot thot
Pull up with that pop pop
200 the dash speed racing call me hot rod
She eat it up like wontons
The story building don don
She used to be leader of cheer where them pom poms
These niggas gon try me
Like fuckin wit a dry leaf
My name don't ring a bell but these bullets might align it
That bitch fucked up and broke my heart I know that you she gon find it
Like Kevin I go forward don't go back I Can't rewind it
I like her back I broke it in I gave that bitch the Heiman
They say that she a killa she gon kill me her kindness
When I touch a mil I ain't investing in no diamonds
Bringem out the hood to see the world we be wild in
Bitches think I'm childish
But I don't break a promise
If I say I wanted you jus know you the finest
Bitches I'm always stunting on these niggas I be shining
Run it wit my niggas like a motha fuckin lineman
Niggas claimin that they want the smoke we ain't hiding
Baby shut the fuck up I just wanted you ride it
2 glock 20s lethal weapon we gon slide
Niggas talkin like they bout in reality they not
Fell in love with my bank roll I'm tying up them knots
I aint neva need a handout I'm chasing up the guap
Niggas typin from a distance like they fingas neva stop
They gon think I work for maintenance I'm bringin in the mop
Nina make you do the cha cha
Niggas always cappin they been talkin bout that rara
Hit it from the back she hitting notes ain't no LaLa
Dick gon make her do a dance lady Gaga
Clip came wit extension it do magic Harry Potta
Niggas fuckin wit the change like my name Obama
I don't wanna hear the number if it ain't no coma
Niggas wanted this we up the score it ain't no drama
Jus a lot a shottas
I be with my niggas pushing work like I was Shaba
She call me her aba
Divin in the pussy that shit fina lotta Aqua
Niggas want the smoke from big guns like I'm popeye
So we bringin choppas
I ain't want the end but thas the story for the oppas
Rollin up a wood we lighting gas in the droptop
Bitch I ain't the feds cannot cuff I'm not a cop cop
I jus want the head no relations you a thot thot
Pull up with that pop pop
200 the dash speed racing call me hot rod
She eat it up like wontons
The story building don don
She used to be leader of cheer where them pom poms
These niggas gon try me
Like fuckin wit a dry leaf
My name don't ring a bell but these bullets might align it
That bitch fucked up and broke my heart I know that you she gon find it
Like Kevin I go forward don't go back I Can't rewind it
I like her back I broke it in I gave that bitch the Heiman
They say that she a killa she gon kill me her kindness
When I touch a mil I ain't investing in no diamonds
Bringem out the hood to see the world we be wild in
Bitches think I'm childish
But I don't break a promise
If I say I wanted you jus know you the finest
Bitches I'm always stunting on these niggas I be shining
Run it wit my niggas like a motha fuckin lineman
Niggas claimin that they want the smoke we ain't hiding
Baby shut the fuck up I just wanted you ride it
2 glock 20s lethal weapon we gon slide
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Writer(s): Jiggy Neutron
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