Choppa

Yeah
Da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da, da, uh
Da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da (Bombaclaat)
(Ayy, Rvssian) yeah, uh

Custom grip 'pon di brand-new stick (buss)
When mi kill a bwoy, mi nuh chat 'bout it (trust)
Di 'K wid di muzzle, got it wrapped 'round it (yeah)
Di thing sing sweet, mi nah fi auto-tune it (ah)
One strap, two strap, three strap, four
Four niggas strapped inna Honda Accord (whoa)
Windows down, we a wave four-four (whoa)
Bwoy turn Usain Bolt

Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)

Pussy boy say him want beef and clout
Put him 'pon di news-ews
Carbon sound, boy, lost and found
When di choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do, uh

Body drop like Netflix series
Choppa sing sweet like it have diabetes
Make yuh mama bawl please 'pon she knees-ees
Glock .22 tuck in a Amiri's
Believe me, yow, Saint Kitts
We nuh give a fuck so we can't catch diseases
From a mini teen, yow, Papa, where we been?
A play with gun them been a play with hot peas

I can sell water to a whale, I'm a hustler
Government officials still trippin' at customs
Held me up for ten hours on the plane, we was stuck there
Lately, I been drinking my problems, where the cups at?
They ain't rockin' with us, they against us, and it's fuck them
Whoever I say can't come, can't come here
Go at anybody, anywhere, on any given Sunday
Crazy, I'm a celebrity, I used to be a convict

I gotta get revenge, I can't have it on my conscience
Go slide, go slide, yeah, gunfire, gunfire
We got all these blicks on us, we ain't on no dumb shit
But we ready for one opp, two opp, three opp, four
We bring smoke to a pussy front door (oh)
I was playin' cool, but I never let it go
Brodie in the jungle, go to sleep with the swirls, crazy

And mi dawg bust the case and we laugh
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Dada, dada
One strap, two strap, three strap, four
Killa dem knock pon your door (door)
It's a robbery, get pon di' floor (get pon di' floor)
Yow, real dawgs

Make the choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)

Pussy boy say him want beef and clout
Put him 'pon di news-ews
Carbon sound, boy, lost and found
When di choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do, uh

Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Dada, dada, dada, dada
Don't cry, don't cry
Go slide, go slide
Gunfire, gunfire
Ha-ha, ha-ha



Credits
Writer(s): Tarik Luke Johnston, Dominique Jones, Andrew Green, Oswaldo Jose Rangel, Dylan Najae Byron
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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