Cha choppa (feat. Prod by.kee money, Baby jack & Dmoney jones)

My niggas don't dap on the left hand, take it back if you tryna rep, so take you a leap if you
feeling real froggy
Ima stomp on his neck, are you jumping again
Get hit with this vet, Ima step back lean when I'm working this bitch

Oh you step back shoot? ain't working that stick
You niggas be fools to stop popping that fent
Put the car in the park, be rolling with tent
That choppada the choppada the cha cha slide

That choppada the choppada the choppa the pie
That choppa the choppada put a beam on his eye
That choppa the choppada put his man in the sky
That choppa the choppa the choppa the choppa the choppa the choppa the choppa

Uh-huh, that choppa the choppa be ringing them bells
Like open the trunk like what is that smell
It's a dead man whooping, I send him to hell
Choppa choppa, I'ma aim it as fathaer

I Be sonning you niggas, I'm not a good father
This choppa choppa turn his dreams to pasta
Ima shake it up and smoke his ass like a rosta
One shot, one shot

Two shot, two shot
Take it back, don't fucking move
Nigga, I catch you fucking move
Ima send another nigga to fucking hell

Fuck the other side
My niggas don't dap up left hand
Take it back, you tryna run a rep
So take you a leap, if you feeling real froggy

Ima stomp on his neck, are you jumping again
Get hit with this vet
Ima sit back lean when I'm working this bitch
Oh you step back shoot ain't working that stick

All you niggas be fool, stop popping that fent
Put the car in the park be rolling with tent
That choppada the choppada, the cha cha slide
The choppada the choppada the choppa the pie

That choppada the choppada, put a bean on his eye
That choppa the choppa, put his man in the sky
That choppa the choppa, the choppa the choppa
The choppa the choppa, the choppa the choppa

That choppa the choppa, the choppa the choppa
The choppa the choppa, the choppa the choppa
Baby Jack, go slide with the choppa
Fuck up that block

Got hit in his leg and I'm at the socks let me catch me a zay put one in his top, onna men why the fuck is they rapping these niggas be dying
Man on Halloween that nigga got fried
Drag on the man, now your ass in the sky
Full blown creeper, I'ma pop out surprise

I'm a snake, they callin' me slime
Man, I'm sippin' on drink like I'm back in my prime, aye bre what's that in the sky
It might be that nigga, he blowin' my high

Fuck that, try and roll me a pack
Getting tired of shit, man, I need me a new pack
Man, I'm high as a bitch, yeah, I'm high as a jet pack
This be like Debo, can you give me my bike back

Cha-cha real slow, when I pop out the car
Ima work me ma poll, when I moke me the oppack
Roll real slow I'ma let off the fye
Watch me stop drop roll

Fuck that, better duck your taco
These 5'5, uh
These 5'5'6 gon' knock off his rolls
Took a bitch on the date and I gave her a rose

Man, what, I ain't takin' no bitch on the date I'ma go head, buy her a bag
Put a P in that bitch, man, you know I'ma drag
Man I be up to walk, we puttin' the belt to they ass

Fuck that, I'ma put me a Glock to the tooth
And they jammin on fent man, they move too loose
I'ma crash out, nigga, I'm missin' some screws
I'ma do my cha-cha slide and boom

Boy, it's Young D-Money, I ain't duckin' no work
I'ma hop out the bump with these Blatt
Shoot his ass in his face, I ain't takin out knee caps
What happened to Steve, he got hit in the snapback

Chacha slide his ass (right foot two stomps on his face) my muva (oh he tippin like shit) niggas dont want try no shit that choppada choppada choppada choppada choppada chop