Choppy Talk (feat. Fat Purp & LadyBug)
Yop
Bitch I'm flyin' doing 180 finna flip the whip,
Finna take a break cause I really been on different shit
2 bands on a fit, that's you niggas rent
All I gotta do is send a lo and it's gettin' spent
Yeah she friendly with a nigga, finna get hit
Call a nigga Norbit, pull up with that big bitch
I ain't playin' Madden, pop a nigga with a hit stick
Chop, make a nigga run for miles like a Fitbit
Bitch, this some different drip
Put a flash on the stick, we take different pics
Bro real good with them numbers, he an arithmetic
Unc real good at whippin' up, he love mixin' shit
Try to speed off in the whip, this bitch got no grip
Why you tryna flex yo man's pape, that is not yo shit
Don't even want the head from her, she ain't got no lip
Why she all up in her feelings, now I gotta dip
Sweet, twin think I ain't fuckin' with him, I've been out the way
Hell nah, I got a plan I ain't come to play
Fat Purp, bitch I'm bouncin' out with that baby Drake
Broad day, hit one in his stomach but he hit his face
Sweet, he can tell his brother how that concrete taste
My daddy sold bricks like a concrete place
Real stepper, kinda hard for me to keep a clean lace
Fap shit, kinda hard for me to keep a clean trace
They can see it in my eyes, I'ma smack one
Sweet, they think I'm a funny guy till them hats come
Tried to keep Risky in them sports, he done patched one
Every day I pray for Zaza cause he his dad son
Nigga sweet, yeah
Big Gangsta son nigga you know, Fat Purp
If I see her out in traffic, then she gettin' chased
I'll break a bitch finger if she crack a trey
Bro a fry a nigga brains now he fish filet
If I call my brother up, then he gon' swing the K
All my niggas really tweakers, they don't come to play
Don't give a fuck who in the field, put me on the play
Niggas thinkin' that they cold, 40 make em' hot
Don't, try to spin the block will make yo' whip stop
These bitches always tryna troll until somebody drop
I can still make a bag, I ain't gotta punch a clock
Still standin' on that business, I been through a lot
How you claim you from the hood, you never on yo' block
How you claim you on that tip, you never sent no shot
I pray you just not with them niggas cause you gettin' popped
I pray you just not with them niggas cause you gettin' hit
Don't give a fuck bout who you with or if they innocent
Bitch I'm flyin' doing 180 finna flip the whip,
Finna take a break cause I really been on different shit
2 bands on a fit, that's you niggas rent
All I gotta do is send a lo and it's gettin' spent
Yeah she friendly with a nigga, finna get hit
Call a nigga Norbit, pull up with that big bitch
I ain't playin' Madden, pop a nigga with a hit stick
Chop, make a nigga run for miles like a Fitbit
Bitch, this some different drip
Put a flash on the stick, we take different pics
Bro real good with them numbers, he an arithmetic
Unc real good at whippin' up, he love mixin' shit
Try to speed off in the whip, this bitch got no grip
Why you tryna flex yo man's pape, that is not yo shit
Don't even want the head from her, she ain't got no lip
Why she all up in her feelings, now I gotta dip
Sweet, twin think I ain't fuckin' with him, I've been out the way
Hell nah, I got a plan I ain't come to play
Fat Purp, bitch I'm bouncin' out with that baby Drake
Broad day, hit one in his stomach but he hit his face
Sweet, he can tell his brother how that concrete taste
My daddy sold bricks like a concrete place
Real stepper, kinda hard for me to keep a clean lace
Fap shit, kinda hard for me to keep a clean trace
They can see it in my eyes, I'ma smack one
Sweet, they think I'm a funny guy till them hats come
Tried to keep Risky in them sports, he done patched one
Every day I pray for Zaza cause he his dad son
Nigga sweet, yeah
Big Gangsta son nigga you know, Fat Purp
If I see her out in traffic, then she gettin' chased
I'll break a bitch finger if she crack a trey
Bro a fry a nigga brains now he fish filet
If I call my brother up, then he gon' swing the K
All my niggas really tweakers, they don't come to play
Don't give a fuck who in the field, put me on the play
Niggas thinkin' that they cold, 40 make em' hot
Don't, try to spin the block will make yo' whip stop
These bitches always tryna troll until somebody drop
I can still make a bag, I ain't gotta punch a clock
Still standin' on that business, I been through a lot
How you claim you from the hood, you never on yo' block
How you claim you on that tip, you never sent no shot
I pray you just not with them niggas cause you gettin' popped
I pray you just not with them niggas cause you gettin' hit
Don't give a fuck bout who you with or if they innocent
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Writer(s): Kj Brown
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