Choppa Freestyle
Yea I got bills to pay
Niggas gon learn today
Making my money yea
Got that strap on hip
Playin with sticks
I'm with the gang and we taking your shit
Runnin them pockets then takin em out
Sneak thru your house and don't make a sound
Gettin the loot like we don't give a fuck
Pussy ass boy better get out my face
Or I'm sprayin that blood all over the place
This is a murder scene
State of emergency
Don't wanna run to me
Don't want the smoke you see
This shit is potent
Let's get it in motion
Sippin the potion
Flow like the ocean
I'm causin comotion
Knock your head open
I'm poppin like hollow
And popping theese hollows
Sippin this bottle
And smokin the green
Gas in my lung
I'm aimin that pump
Shot at your body
Straight with the shotty
Like it was a hobbie
Get it I gotti
Pull up in that drop top
Niggas know I drop opps
Hit em with that chop chop
100 round shot yea I pop off
All theese niggas sweet like a gum drop
Runnin thru your city with my nikes on
And my chain no I don't tuck
Man I wish a nigga would
Cuz really I don't give a fuck
Imma blow a niggas top back
I don't play with that
Cuz I stay strapped
Pussy boy talkin shit gon get capped
I'm just tryinna make my money
Don't get in my way
Or you gonna get sprayed
Hit you with that fuckin ak
Or a nine three times in your spine
So don't fuck with me
I'm just tryinna get mine on my time
Yea it's my time
Young prophet makin that profit
That nigga steady talkin so we put em in a coffin
Niggas gon learn today
Making my money yea
Got that strap on hip
Playin with sticks
I'm with the gang and we taking your shit
Runnin them pockets then takin em out
Sneak thru your house and don't make a sound
Gettin the loot like we don't give a fuck
Pussy ass boy better get out my face
Or I'm sprayin that blood all over the place
This is a murder scene
State of emergency
Don't wanna run to me
Don't want the smoke you see
This shit is potent
Let's get it in motion
Sippin the potion
Flow like the ocean
I'm causin comotion
Knock your head open
I'm poppin like hollow
And popping theese hollows
Sippin this bottle
And smokin the green
Gas in my lung
I'm aimin that pump
Shot at your body
Straight with the shotty
Like it was a hobbie
Get it I gotti
Pull up in that drop top
Niggas know I drop opps
Hit em with that chop chop
100 round shot yea I pop off
All theese niggas sweet like a gum drop
Runnin thru your city with my nikes on
And my chain no I don't tuck
Man I wish a nigga would
Cuz really I don't give a fuck
Imma blow a niggas top back
I don't play with that
Cuz I stay strapped
Pussy boy talkin shit gon get capped
I'm just tryinna make my money
Don't get in my way
Or you gonna get sprayed
Hit you with that fuckin ak
Or a nine three times in your spine
So don't fuck with me
I'm just tryinna get mine on my time
Yea it's my time
Young prophet makin that profit
That nigga steady talkin so we put em in a coffin
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Writer(s): Nicholas Ponce-sanchez
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