Hustle Gang, Travi$ Scott, Young Dro, Yung Booke, T.I. & Meek Mill -
Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. 2
Brand New Choppa
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
Nigga hatin' on me, no work
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
No fuck nigga 'round my circle
Get money nigga, that's for certain
These niggas ain't bout that work
These niggas ain't bout that work
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas (Skrr!)
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
Hey, I got a thousand grams of that white shit
Six thousand pounds of that kush nigga
A thousand handguns, extended clip
But if it come to it, we at war, nigga
And why you motherfuckers so mad at me?
It seem like you would be glad for me
Go 'head and talk tall
You ain't scared a me?
You cross me shit gon' end tragically
In my ferrari I'm flyin'
I'm usually high
Get my dick suck by a cutie pie
You sayin I ain't been the shit since junior high
You ain't got a truth in ya, nigga you's a lie
They said it's all fun and games till the tools is out
Fuck you, what you gon' do about it?
You know I click clack, bang bang bang, shoot a nigga down
No one else knew about it
Hoppin' all in my G4
Rap Hustle Gang wherever we go
We off the chain you on a leash tho'
Goddamn it must suck to be broke
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
Nigga hatin' on me, no work
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
No fuck nigga 'round my circle
Get money nigga, that's for certain
These niggas ain't bout that work
These niggas ain't bout that work
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas (Skrr!)
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
Hittin' blunts to the face, rest in peace
Pop a pill and Ciroc, you'll forget your enemies
21 on that red, 9 on the drunk laps
Niggas lyin' come and see
Come and get high, jump your ass inside
Go and blow that dough, tell your ass don't choke
I feel it now, now I want some more
I overdose, I overdose, we overdose, we overdose
Now, I need it now, woo, I need it
Swear to God, oh God, I need it now
Michael Jackson, Jackson, beat it now
Oh my God, I'm terrified
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
Nigga hatin' on me, no work
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
No fuck nigga 'round my circle
Get money nigga, that's for certain
These niggas ain't bout that work
These niggas ain't bout that work
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas (Skrr!)
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
(Yeah, head up, Booke)
Nah, forreal
Ya'll pussy niggas ain't having any money in the box, forreal
Nah, forreal
Choppas so big make 'em niggas say, "Ya'll forreal?"
Nah, forreal
And I'll stand on your ass on this bull, call it Pharrel
Nah, forreal
You can't take me perform like AC, ya'll chill
Drunk chill, you know who the last of the real
Niggas couldn't survive where we live
The sound worth mills nigga flyer than a leer
Talking bout it give a nigga thrills
Swear to God I can't sit still, thumbing thru M's
Thinking bout buying op a crib
Just to show a nigga how i live
Less than a mill everyday
Ya'll niggas ain't my kind
Ya'll flows ain't that fine, matter fact
Nigga ya'll hoes ain't that fine
Ima real throwed spitter, gon make ya hiccup a line
You dont know the time playa, I can close my eyes
I can read you blind bullet
Bullets start flying, shell
Choppa hold 100 real nigga doin fine, yeah Dro
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
Nigga hatin' on me, no work
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
No fuck nigga 'round my circle
Get money nigga, that's for certain
These niggas ain't bout that work
These niggas ain't bout that work
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas (Skrr!)
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
Yeah
Nigga hatin' on me, no work
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
No fuck nigga 'round my circle
Get money nigga, that's for certain
These niggas ain't bout that work
These niggas ain't bout that work
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas (Skrr!)
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
Hey, I got a thousand grams of that white shit
Six thousand pounds of that kush nigga
A thousand handguns, extended clip
But if it come to it, we at war, nigga
And why you motherfuckers so mad at me?
It seem like you would be glad for me
Go 'head and talk tall
You ain't scared a me?
You cross me shit gon' end tragically
In my ferrari I'm flyin'
I'm usually high
Get my dick suck by a cutie pie
You sayin I ain't been the shit since junior high
You ain't got a truth in ya, nigga you's a lie
They said it's all fun and games till the tools is out
Fuck you, what you gon' do about it?
You know I click clack, bang bang bang, shoot a nigga down
No one else knew about it
Hoppin' all in my G4
Rap Hustle Gang wherever we go
We off the chain you on a leash tho'
Goddamn it must suck to be broke
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
Nigga hatin' on me, no work
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
No fuck nigga 'round my circle
Get money nigga, that's for certain
These niggas ain't bout that work
These niggas ain't bout that work
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas (Skrr!)
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
Hittin' blunts to the face, rest in peace
Pop a pill and Ciroc, you'll forget your enemies
21 on that red, 9 on the drunk laps
Niggas lyin' come and see
Come and get high, jump your ass inside
Go and blow that dough, tell your ass don't choke
I feel it now, now I want some more
I overdose, I overdose, we overdose, we overdose
Now, I need it now, woo, I need it
Swear to God, oh God, I need it now
Michael Jackson, Jackson, beat it now
Oh my God, I'm terrified
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
Nigga hatin' on me, no work
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
No fuck nigga 'round my circle
Get money nigga, that's for certain
These niggas ain't bout that work
These niggas ain't bout that work
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas (Skrr!)
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
(Yeah, head up, Booke)
Nah, forreal
Ya'll pussy niggas ain't having any money in the box, forreal
Nah, forreal
Choppas so big make 'em niggas say, "Ya'll forreal?"
Nah, forreal
And I'll stand on your ass on this bull, call it Pharrel
Nah, forreal
You can't take me perform like AC, ya'll chill
Drunk chill, you know who the last of the real
Niggas couldn't survive where we live
The sound worth mills nigga flyer than a leer
Talking bout it give a nigga thrills
Swear to God I can't sit still, thumbing thru M's
Thinking bout buying op a crib
Just to show a nigga how i live
Less than a mill everyday
Ya'll niggas ain't my kind
Ya'll flows ain't that fine, matter fact
Nigga ya'll hoes ain't that fine
Ima real throwed spitter, gon make ya hiccup a line
You dont know the time playa, I can close my eyes
I can read you blind bullet
Bullets start flying, shell
Choppa hold 100 real nigga doin fine, yeah Dro
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
Nigga hatin' on me, no work
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
I'm in that bitch I skrrr!
No fuck nigga 'round my circle
Get money nigga, that's for certain
These niggas ain't bout that work
These niggas ain't bout that work
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas (Skrr!)
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Michael F. Hernandez, Carlos Suarez, D'juan Montrel Hart, Daystar Peterson, Jacques Bermon Webster Ii, Kedral Long Jr., Clifford Harris Jr.
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Other Album Tracks
- Welcome To My City
- Welcome To My City (feat. T.I., Doe B, Shad Da God & Spodee)
- Who We Is (OG)
- Who We Is (OG) [feat. Doe B, T.I., Spodee, Trae tha Truth & Young Dro]
- Brand New Choppa
- Brand New Choppa (feat. Travi$ Scott, Meek Mill, T.I., Yung Booke & Young Dro)
- Money On My Mind
- Money On My Mind (feat. Troy Ave, Spodee, Yung Booke & T.I.)
- By Any Means (God Damnt) [feat. Watch the Duck, T.I., Shad Da God & Spodee]
- By Any Means (God Damnt)
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