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response - choppa ebk lyrics

[intro]
like, choppa, the top one, n*gga
like, baby demon, n*gga
ahhhh

[verse]
i gave props to lil’ edot, but them n*ggas shot
they smoking on diddy, we smoking on dot
and if n*ggas ask, we smoke him alot
he dead in the dirt, let him rot
who gon do what, not on this block
n*ggas panick, when they run into chop
i get crashed out while waving the knock
why they troll on the net, n*ggas b*tch made
can’t wait till i see lil’ sensei
don’t got the, aight bet, switch blade
on a drill, no emotion, like wednesday
bullets is scr*ping his head, like a temp fade
posted his location, oh that’s where his b*tch stays
comе and collect, like it’s rent day
his brothеr died on a train trynna get fade
i don’t gotta regret
i did what i did, i don’t gotta respect
roy got poked, i’m tapping my neck
he started wheezing, loosing his breath
it’s that season, i’ma devil i move like “the dekan”
what the f*ck? i started tweaking
i just spray, if they give me a reason
pull ya mask down we trynna leave em
like, bro trynna flock for the peda
bring a mop, we trynna clean em
like, no we don’t f*ck with no sweepers
i smoke opps, i’ma steamer
i put a 4 in a liter
only thing that’s controlling my fever
they told me slow down, i gotta sped up
she wanna chill, but she gotta eat up
now let’s pick up the pace
that interview was three months ago, it’s no longer the case
them n*ggas, they better be safe
like, why would they come with they face
i don’t know, but i guarantee that was not bait
watch how we get em we *
like, he know how we get em, we blitz through 8th
he tried to run, it’s too late
no one can save him, i’m choosing his fate
hop out, now it’s time to play chase
he don’t get a pass, i can’t let him escape
know a n*gga got tagged, but i can’t relate
why? cause i keep g on my waist
i climb in the charts but some n*ggas hate
when n*ggas eat, and save me a plate
ahhhh
get back in that mode
them n*ggas cap, ain’t did sh*t for bro
only god knows, ten toes down, 2 feet down, still in my toes
go to that jam, make him bring him folks
ask around, how i get with the pole
hit from the back, make her throw up my o

- choppa ebk lyrics

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