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Chops on chops (chops, chops) Young niggas slide, hit your block Nigga, fuck Pull up and really get active You ain't never walked down broad day with that chop Slatt (2GlocckTopp) Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers The more I got problems, the more I cop choppers Go drop an opp, we icing the shotters Eliantte, yeah, we icing the robbers Think it's a joke, get rolled in the grabba Choppers on choppеrs on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppеrs on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Turnin' up the murder rate, steamin' up the meter Dior K, I'll summon up the reaper Cold in the house, but I'm fuckin' with the heater When it come to steppin', YSL be the teacher I done got my wrist on Went and put my bitch on Bangin' in the red zone Out of bounds in the end zone Gettin' to these M&Ms, we ain't playin' middle Hoe keep questionin' me, nah, you ain't riddle Triple cross king, yeah, we fuckin' up the railroad Rock out, bass drum, Gotit heavy metal Crackhead popped 'em, then smoked 'em out the 'rillo Your man got to popping, you ain't bust, you bailed on him We had to wash 'em like laundry I put the gang in the mondry Don't play 'bout my life, I'm hungry We keep the real on one hundred Fuck the source, no remorse Pop your gun or not, nigga, your choice (yeah) Big business, Rolls-Royce (yeah) Ridin' with me, better torch, yeah Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers The more I got problems, the more I cop choppers Go drop an opp, we icing the shotters Eliantte, yeah, we icing the robbers Think it's a joke, get rolled in the grabba Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Turnin' up the murder rate, steamin' up the meter Dior K, I'll summon up the reaper Cold in the house, but I'm fuckin' with the heater When it come to steppin', YSL be the teacher Gotta get in the drop on the opps and we pop 'em They say I got snakes in my grass and snakes on my collar Got 7.62s, yeah, they'll knock off your shoes Big-ass Drac' send that boy to the doctor Big Drac' send him to the doctor, uh Every day, walk around with a chopper Got a team full of shotters Nigga, pay the right price, they'll kill your father If you walk a nigga down, bet you won't see a nigga, he broke He ain't havin' cash, he ballin' Put a seven-six-two out a three-nine-two, tryna spark 'em Heat at a nigga We got choppers for opps, we gon get rid of them niggas Double O shit on a nigga Young nigga smoke on an opp Makin' a trend Hit his block with the chop, we gon' spin it again Walk on his block with two FNs I ain't even have to call Gotit, he already spin Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers The more I got problems, the more I cop choppers Go drop an opp, we icing the shotters Eliantte, yeah, we icing the robbers Think it's a joke, get rolled in the grabba Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers Turnin' up the murder rate, steamin' up the meter Dior K, I'll summon up the reaper Cold in the house, but I'm fuckin' with the heater When it come to steppin', YSL be the teacher
Writer(s): Tyreke Rogers, Semaja Render, Deavonte Kimble, Mehmet Ozdeveciler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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