Choppa Trials (feat. Chpbabyken)

Aye aye aye
Ion sip drank like that a half a line'll do
Shittin' with one leg out pants what that time'll do
Why the fuck niggas claim gang till its time to move
I ain't got time for a bitch that got time for you
Indiana joggers black nikes
David yurman on my lefty but a rolly on my righty
Aye Fuck what he talkin he get rolled if he dont like me
Ion send mixed signals you gone know if i don't like you
Aye Issa Scary story how i got my foot in
Long story short you book me you gotta book twin
Uh I only question when not if i could spin
Nigga can't name a block or a hood that i aint good in
Nigga can't name a ounce of work that he put in
Why you buy a strap but don't know how to put the Bullets in
I'm the first rapper to take you off the streets dawg i took you in
I'm pretty sure if you aint know me they wouldn't book you then

You know the bitch got good head you get up ya ass wet
How you got thick thighs and you aint got no ass yet
Choppa boys till I die bitch dont even ask that
Pocket watching on the gram bitch where is yo bag at
We was in the back of the club where the static
If you speaking on the choppas then you know them pistols clapping
P gone keep a f and n Reck gone keep a automatic
And I come with two twins yeah that murder shit is tragic

Bitch get a boyfriend act like I never had her
Ima take that ass back to Sunday school cause ima pastor
Choppa sing like a quior but im just a clapper
Hell nah Trials we aint shooting guns cause we some rappers
Oh my bad lemme put this shit and act a lil civilized
Black bitch said she mixed with asian she just got lil eyes
Bitch when you cooking me dinner I want steak and fries
If ion cut my hair it get nappy I got Jamaican ties



Credits
Writer(s): Trials Writer
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