Choppa

I don't roll deep, bitch nigga I got choppas,
Have a shorty up a pole, when she off the yoppa,
Whole family got ties, like we some mobsters,
Smoking on that good dope, like we some rastas,
Squad!
That's that pack pack pack pack!
Fuck with any of us, and we hit your shit back!
Choppa up them slugs, it go ratatata!
Take yo squad down, when we up in the car! Gang

Shit get shaky, when the squad, up the mopsticks
If we at war, ain't a thing to go and drop shit
Drinking on the lean, I'm so icy on my guwop shit
Thottie want to bust down, sliding on that slob shit
Squad full of shooters! On some LA Capone shit
Step up to the gang, you trying to get your head blown bitch?
Kelo let it bang! He gone get yo head blown bitch!
My niggas up! And our pockets on swole bitch!
You got poles, but our shit bigger
Murder on our mind, finger on the trigger
Lungs full of smoke, liver full of liquor
Money on my mind, I'm chasing for them figures
Murder on my mind! Thinking homocide!
Your life on the line! Trying to fuck with mine!
Upping this nine, and my niggas gone blow bitch,
Bullet in yo spine! And head full of holes bitch!

I don't roll deep, bitch nigga I got choppas,
Have a shorty up a pole, when she off the yoppa,
Whole family got ties, like we some mobsters,
Smoking on that good dope, like we some rastas,
Squad!
That's that pack pack pack pack!
Fuck with any of us, and we hit your shit back!
Choppa up them slugs, it go ratatata!
Take yo squad down, when we up in the car! Gang

When we posted for the war, we ain't gone duck shit!
Room full of hitmen, we kill for bucks bitch
We aim at the target's, that steady act tough bitch
Like a cooked turkey hoe, get your head stuffed bitch
I heard them niggas, talking crazy and steady flodging!
It's a lot of poles here! You good at dodging?
Pull up on your block, we steady going to pop shit
If you with your girl bitch, we hit her bob bitch!
Pull up to they hood, gun's loaded knock his shag off
It ain't shit to get the bread, I'm going to pop the bag off
Pull up to the hood, reloaded knock his dreads off
See how many bodies, on this gun we popping heads off
Cooking up the rock! Selling all the coca
Smoking up the dope, I am chief sosa
Gorilla in the coupe, up the choppas at the monkey's bitch
Finesse them off they loot, adding stash to my money bitch!

I don't roll deep, bitch nigga I got choppas,
Have a shorty up a pole, when she off the yoppa,
Whole family got ties, like we some mobsters,
Smoking on that good dope, like we some rastas,
Squad!
That's that pack pack pack pack!
Fuck with any of us, and we hit your shit back!
Choppa up them slugs, it go ratatata!
Take yo squad down, when we up in the car! Gang