Hit You Wit This Chop
If I hit you with this chop you wouldn't know what to do
I heard you fucking with the opps so I can't fuck with you
We them steppers niggas knowing how we bomin' thru
Never lack bitch I'm surrounded by a bunch of tools
If I hit you with this chop it ain't getting up
Bullets hit yo stomach now you spitting up
Nigga get yo chicken up
I can have a million dollars bitch I'm still a thug
If I hit you with this chop you wouldn't know what to do
I heard you fucking with the opps so I can't fuck with you
We them steppers niggas knowing how we bomin' thru
Never lack bitch I'm surrounded by a bunch of tools
Raised by gorillas I don't give a fuck
Mama had the thirty's in the kitchen hut
The choppa burp you nights have you spitting up
Thought you was gangsta lil nigga put yo feelings up
Fifty shots thats attached to this G-lock
They know me for spazzing out I feel like Key Glock
One that's In the head and I always got my heat cocked
Sell a nigga grass I can show you how to re-rock
Pull up on the Otha side get to big tripping spin the chop around
You ah think that bitch was kick-flipping
Talking brazy to me nigga I'll leave yo bitch missin
Shoot you in yo mouth and leave yo mothafucking lip missing
If I hit you with this chop you wouldn't know what to do
I heard you fucking with the opps so I can't fuck with you
We them steppers niggas knowing how we bomin' thru
Never lack bitch I'm surrounded by a bunch of tools
If I hit you with this chop it ain't getting up
Bullets hit yo stomach now you spitting up
Nigga get yo chicken up
I can have a million dollars bitch I'm still a thug
If I hit you with this chop you wouldn't know what to do
I heard you fucking with the opps so I can't fuck with you
We them steppers niggas knowing how we bomin' thru
Never lack bitch I'm surrounded by a bunch of tools
Blood gang pockets full of blues like I'm big crippin
Like the nigga Peter be fighting bitch I got big chicken
You a shrimp and Ima real nigga its a big difference
Talking out her neck when she get smacked I bet that bitch listen
Fucking on these hoes with out no condom now yo dick itching
Police hit the trap ain't find shit I gotta big kitchen
Bitches wanna fuck me cause they see a nigga wrist jitting
Niggas trynna duff me till I up it now my stick spitting
Trynna make a way for my people that's why you mad at me
Reaching over here you ah get beat you try to grab at me
For us it was a dub for yo people's it's a tragedy
Lavish mafia we pulling up cause we got ass to beat
I heard you fucking with the opps so I can't fuck with you
We them steppers niggas knowing how we bomin' thru
Never lack bitch I'm surrounded by a bunch of tools
If I hit you with this chop it ain't getting up
Bullets hit yo stomach now you spitting up
Nigga get yo chicken up
I can have a million dollars bitch I'm still a thug
If I hit you with this chop you wouldn't know what to do
I heard you fucking with the opps so I can't fuck with you
We them steppers niggas knowing how we bomin' thru
Never lack bitch I'm surrounded by a bunch of tools
Raised by gorillas I don't give a fuck
Mama had the thirty's in the kitchen hut
The choppa burp you nights have you spitting up
Thought you was gangsta lil nigga put yo feelings up
Fifty shots thats attached to this G-lock
They know me for spazzing out I feel like Key Glock
One that's In the head and I always got my heat cocked
Sell a nigga grass I can show you how to re-rock
Pull up on the Otha side get to big tripping spin the chop around
You ah think that bitch was kick-flipping
Talking brazy to me nigga I'll leave yo bitch missin
Shoot you in yo mouth and leave yo mothafucking lip missing
If I hit you with this chop you wouldn't know what to do
I heard you fucking with the opps so I can't fuck with you
We them steppers niggas knowing how we bomin' thru
Never lack bitch I'm surrounded by a bunch of tools
If I hit you with this chop it ain't getting up
Bullets hit yo stomach now you spitting up
Nigga get yo chicken up
I can have a million dollars bitch I'm still a thug
If I hit you with this chop you wouldn't know what to do
I heard you fucking with the opps so I can't fuck with you
We them steppers niggas knowing how we bomin' thru
Never lack bitch I'm surrounded by a bunch of tools
Blood gang pockets full of blues like I'm big crippin
Like the nigga Peter be fighting bitch I got big chicken
You a shrimp and Ima real nigga its a big difference
Talking out her neck when she get smacked I bet that bitch listen
Fucking on these hoes with out no condom now yo dick itching
Police hit the trap ain't find shit I gotta big kitchen
Bitches wanna fuck me cause they see a nigga wrist jitting
Niggas trynna duff me till I up it now my stick spitting
Trynna make a way for my people that's why you mad at me
Reaching over here you ah get beat you try to grab at me
For us it was a dub for yo people's it's a tragedy
Lavish mafia we pulling up cause we got ass to beat
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Writer(s): Devin Lloyd
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