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faceshot talk - faceshotgang choppa lyrics

[intro: faceshotgang choppa]
yeah!
you know what the f*ck going on
faceshotgang in this b*tch
aye, we gon stand over a n*gga
aye!

[verse 1: faceshotgang choppa]
put a n*gga body in the atic
f*ck that dead n*gga, wrap that n*gga body up in plastic
a hundred rounds on this choppa
like i’m shootin for the mavericks
imma leave his head backwards
catch a body i ain’t taxin
we gon put him in a coffin
b*tch i’m diving like a dolpin
shut up, die, if he be stalkin
early morning caught him walkin
dead n*ggas, roll em up
if it’s smoke, roll em up
droppin fo’s, pour em up
hit his head, fold em up
choppa!

[verse 2: faceshotgang don]
caught em walking, know i dumped the f*ckin drake
hit that n*gga in his chest but i was aimin for his face
before i take a f*ckin l, i up this .45 to his face
in the sprinter, switchin states, dirty sticks, drive safe
yeah!
hundred ways to get a bag i can show you plenty
we can even jug or trick or we could skip the city
before the scam sh*t, we was thuggin in the trenches
fsg, havin racks, f*ckin n*ggas’ b*tches
{interlude: faceshotgang choppa]
aye, aye look
get that mo’ f*ckin choppa n*gga
you know what the f*ck goin on
n*gga, aye, aye boy, gimme dat sh*t
aye skii, run that n*gga down
run em down!
f*s*g

[verse 3: faceshotgang skii]
caught him lackin imma do that n*gga bad, get him gone
30 shots up in this mo’ f*ckin mac
b*tch n*gga!
face shot, imma leave em in the past
smokin dead opps, and you know we smokin gas
i just threw me one back, p*ssy b*tch i’m finna flash
wet em off the x, n*ggas know i tend to spaz
slidin down 360 and i’m strapped up with this pole
imma do a n*gga bad i’m trynna take a n*gga soul
til done, hit the lights i’m finna get a n*gga gone
and we still smokin fire, n*gga this ain’t just a song
imma slide for that gang, p*ssy n*gga right or wrong
stump a opp up in the woods i’m smokin opps up out the bowl
i’m a real jug bro, n*gga run off in yo home
bad b*tch from new orleans and she give me superdome
i was posted in the bricks, i was broke juggin phones
now i’m all up in my bag i do this sh*t without a loan
skii!
[verse 4: fsg richhead]
b*tch we with the gang it’s fsg know how we steppin
i can’t never leave the house yeah i be clutchin on my weapon
if a n*gga got a problem imma up the smith and wesson
and that b*tch is in my right hand, that’s what you get for guessin
i ain’t never wanna f*ck her cuz i know she way too desperate
and that b*tch be in my phone, she be textin all my exes
b*tch, don’t start no sh*t, swear to god you way to messy
and if i see that n*gga imma k!ll em, send that message
big strap, we protected

[outro: fsg richhead]
uh, uh, uh, uh
n*ggas crazy around this b*tch
n*ggas play, we gon shoot up like the navy around this b*tch
and i’m dunkin on these n*ggas, tracy mcgrady with that stick
hey, huh
huh, huh, crazy with that

- faceshotgang choppa lyrics

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