Whole Lotta Choppas
The Coal Cash Collection
I'm bool
Bang, bang, bang (ayy, yo, Cash, I think we got one)
Ooh, lil' bitch wanna ride it
Told the bitch don't get out her body
Hm, get right beside me
I'ma get in that thing, get you slidin'
This bitch makin' me feel erotic
Huh, she gotta get on this rocket
I don't give a fuck 'bout her mileage
And her grandmom related to the Winans
Ooh, that's the shit that I like
You a church girl, but you like Christ
Hm, you ain't ever had pipe
'Least not this kind, I'ma fuck you all night
Off a Perc', hm, off a Perc' pack
Yeah, leave your bitch with a hurt back
Where the work? Hm, where the work at?
My young niggas weighing up to serve that
They wanna see me do my dance
In these thousand dollar pants
Don't disrespect me and my mans
Bang, whole lotta choppas on your ass
Scram, we just put them diamonds on your head
Snitchin' ass nigga gave his momma to the feds
Little brother, big brother sada got the dreads
DZ, DT, Sada keep the bands
Lil' bitch can't keep her pussy out my hands
Got a real Hood Rat Suki on my hands
I was stackin' blues, run up Tookies on they ass
I be in the bank rollin' cookies on they ass
I be in the nerves, G weed gave me is bustin'
'Cause Sada can't be jealous off weed, I'm never stressin'
I can see the booty from the bottom, that thing come double decker
And if a white boy shoot on that thing, he Sam Dekker
Heard you used to chew on that thing, Hannibal Lecter
Have you poppin' all of the pills like Heath Ledger
These drugs got me chokin', my nigga, I'm just tellin'
Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin' you
They wanna see me do my dance
In these brand new VV chains
Don't disrespect me and my gang
Bang, T-shirt full of blood stains
Mmm, already had dirt on your name
Now your best friend got a T-shirt of your name, dig that
Big body swerve in your lane
AK hit a nigga in the stomach, knock off your six pack
Like cinema, just hear the click-clack
You know that's end of riff-raff, that's the end of the bullshit
You know I got a full clip
Hmm, walk out and use it
On my way past your bitch, I had to say, "Excuse me"
Hmm, I thought she was a groupie
Come to find out, bitch pulled up ridin' with a goofy
Huh, and that was you
Huh, you wasn't on that couch, me and Uie
Had bitches in the wop shakin' booty
Had 'em in the parking lot showin' coochie
Had 'em in the bathroom actin' unruly, huh
Lil' bitch wanna ride it
Told the bitch don't get out her body
Hm, get right beside me
I'ma get in that thing, get you slidin'
This bitch makin' me feel erotic
Huh, she gotta get on this rocket
I don't give a fuck 'bout her mileage
And her grandmom related to the Winans
They wanna see me do my dance
In these thousand dollar pants
Don't disrespect me and my mans
Bang, whole lotta choppas on your ass, huh
I'm bool
Bang, bang, bang (ayy, yo, Cash, I think we got one)
Ooh, lil' bitch wanna ride it
Told the bitch don't get out her body
Hm, get right beside me
I'ma get in that thing, get you slidin'
This bitch makin' me feel erotic
Huh, she gotta get on this rocket
I don't give a fuck 'bout her mileage
And her grandmom related to the Winans
Ooh, that's the shit that I like
You a church girl, but you like Christ
Hm, you ain't ever had pipe
'Least not this kind, I'ma fuck you all night
Off a Perc', hm, off a Perc' pack
Yeah, leave your bitch with a hurt back
Where the work? Hm, where the work at?
My young niggas weighing up to serve that
They wanna see me do my dance
In these thousand dollar pants
Don't disrespect me and my mans
Bang, whole lotta choppas on your ass
Scram, we just put them diamonds on your head
Snitchin' ass nigga gave his momma to the feds
Little brother, big brother sada got the dreads
DZ, DT, Sada keep the bands
Lil' bitch can't keep her pussy out my hands
Got a real Hood Rat Suki on my hands
I was stackin' blues, run up Tookies on they ass
I be in the bank rollin' cookies on they ass
I be in the nerves, G weed gave me is bustin'
'Cause Sada can't be jealous off weed, I'm never stressin'
I can see the booty from the bottom, that thing come double decker
And if a white boy shoot on that thing, he Sam Dekker
Heard you used to chew on that thing, Hannibal Lecter
Have you poppin' all of the pills like Heath Ledger
These drugs got me chokin', my nigga, I'm just tellin'
Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin' you
They wanna see me do my dance
In these brand new VV chains
Don't disrespect me and my gang
Bang, T-shirt full of blood stains
Mmm, already had dirt on your name
Now your best friend got a T-shirt of your name, dig that
Big body swerve in your lane
AK hit a nigga in the stomach, knock off your six pack
Like cinema, just hear the click-clack
You know that's end of riff-raff, that's the end of the bullshit
You know I got a full clip
Hmm, walk out and use it
On my way past your bitch, I had to say, "Excuse me"
Hmm, I thought she was a groupie
Come to find out, bitch pulled up ridin' with a goofy
Huh, and that was you
Huh, you wasn't on that couch, me and Uie
Had bitches in the wop shakin' booty
Had 'em in the parking lot showin' coochie
Had 'em in the bathroom actin' unruly, huh
Lil' bitch wanna ride it
Told the bitch don't get out her body
Hm, get right beside me
I'ma get in that thing, get you slidin'
This bitch makin' me feel erotic
Huh, she gotta get on this rocket
I don't give a fuck 'bout her mileage
And her grandmom related to the Winans
They wanna see me do my dance
In these thousand dollar pants
Don't disrespect me and my mans
Bang, whole lotta choppas on your ass, huh
Credits
Writer(s): Cecil Glenn, Stephen Gibson, Casada Sorrell, Marcus Black
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