CHOPPA

I'm stacking it back, a hunnid my racks
You gon' pull up on me, and the choppa gon' hit you right back
And my homies is back, and my homies are back
If they know you came round' my hood, you know you dead

Pull up on me, and the choppa get bussin
Run up on me, is like running to danger and the choppa get nothin'
They're looking at me, I'm a threat to my friends they know I'll erase em'
Freestyle off the top I ain't had to write nothing like

Keep a .30 on his hip, he gon' shoot if you ain't giving lot of tips
He gon' shoot if you ain't giving lot of hits
He going club after club, yeah that's all his business

Now, I ain't gon' lie about all his business
My homie hit the back, yeah that shit horrific
I came home 25, for Christmas
My opps told me they gon' cry Haha terrific (Haha terrific)

Yeah I mean this the end but
I just wanted to say
This song like, this song like I could hit your homie type shit



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Writer(s): Ritesh Menon
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