Choppa in the Trunk
Bitch, back up
Got the choppa in the trunk
Bitch back up
Ima make the hoe sing for me
La la la la
Ima make her lose her wings for me
La la la la
Got the choppa in the trunk
Bitch back up
Ima make the hoe sing for me
La la la la
Got the angels in sin city
Ima make her lose her wings for me
La la la la
It's okay to be bad
Die young and pretty, bury me with cash
I can't help but be bad
We ran away from heaven, you think god is mad
Bout to fix a bitch face that ain't cool with me
Handy Manny cause I always keep a tool with me
Tried to rip my drip, but you can't rock Givenchy
Know you feeling sick, let my presence bless you
You was in the club, got no love, got no feedback
Now we bout to pull up on your ass in the ski mask
Do not act dumb, where the cash yeah we need that
Neon paint job on the dash, I can't read that
Killed my love, yeah it's a murder scene
Now you gon bleed, got blood on everything
I need a mockingbird, I need a diamond ring
And if it don't shine, I let my choppa sing
Got the choppa in the trunk
Bitch back up
Ima make the hoe sing for me
La la la la
Got the angels in sin city
Ima make her lose her wings for me
La la la la
It's okay to be bad
Die young and pretty, bury me with cash
I can't help but be bad
We ran away from heaven, you think god is mad
Six inch heels, got a dance from a demon
Running with the dogs, you can eat or be eaten
Running through the check, but I'm walking out of Neiman's
Stunting on your ex, turn him down on the weekends
Funded my own flex, bitches hot like some charcoal
One hundred on the jet pack, bitch, Donnie Darko
Told him hit the booth, left his ass in the dark though
Play him like a flute, I don't symph for your sorrow
Killed my love, yeah it's a murder scene
Now you gon bleed, got blood on everything
I need a mockingbird, I need a diamond ring
And if it don't shine, I let my choppa sing
Got the choppa in the trunk
Bitch back up
Ima make the hoe sing for me
La la la la
Got the angels in sin city
Ima make her lose her wings for me
La la la la
Got the choppa in the trunk
Bitch back up
Ima make the hoe sing for me
La la la la
Got the angels in sin city
Ima make her lose her wings for me
La la la la
Got the choppa in the trunk
Bitch back up
Ima make the hoe sing for me
La la la la
Ima make her lose her wings for me
La la la la
Got the choppa in the trunk
Bitch back up
Ima make the hoe sing for me
La la la la
Got the angels in sin city
Ima make her lose her wings for me
La la la la
It's okay to be bad
Die young and pretty, bury me with cash
I can't help but be bad
We ran away from heaven, you think god is mad
Bout to fix a bitch face that ain't cool with me
Handy Manny cause I always keep a tool with me
Tried to rip my drip, but you can't rock Givenchy
Know you feeling sick, let my presence bless you
You was in the club, got no love, got no feedback
Now we bout to pull up on your ass in the ski mask
Do not act dumb, where the cash yeah we need that
Neon paint job on the dash, I can't read that
Killed my love, yeah it's a murder scene
Now you gon bleed, got blood on everything
I need a mockingbird, I need a diamond ring
And if it don't shine, I let my choppa sing
Got the choppa in the trunk
Bitch back up
Ima make the hoe sing for me
La la la la
Got the angels in sin city
Ima make her lose her wings for me
La la la la
It's okay to be bad
Die young and pretty, bury me with cash
I can't help but be bad
We ran away from heaven, you think god is mad
Six inch heels, got a dance from a demon
Running with the dogs, you can eat or be eaten
Running through the check, but I'm walking out of Neiman's
Stunting on your ex, turn him down on the weekends
Funded my own flex, bitches hot like some charcoal
One hundred on the jet pack, bitch, Donnie Darko
Told him hit the booth, left his ass in the dark though
Play him like a flute, I don't symph for your sorrow
Killed my love, yeah it's a murder scene
Now you gon bleed, got blood on everything
I need a mockingbird, I need a diamond ring
And if it don't shine, I let my choppa sing
Got the choppa in the trunk
Bitch back up
Ima make the hoe sing for me
La la la la
Got the angels in sin city
Ima make her lose her wings for me
La la la la
Got the choppa in the trunk
Bitch back up
Ima make the hoe sing for me
La la la la
Got the angels in sin city
Ima make her lose her wings for me
La la la la
Credits
Writer(s): Caitlin Smith
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