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choppas on choppas - jay fizzle lyrics

[intro]
okay
you heard what big bro said
fizzle brought the gun
(sosa808)
know what the f*ck going on, n*gga
this sh*t all facts n*gga
straight up
big grape

[chorus]
these n*ggas b*tches, ain’t know what i’m on
fizzle got straps, yeah, i stay with the chrome
got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, my choppa game long
play with the gang, and we send your ass home
we aim at your top, tryna knock off your dome
smoking on opps, yeah, kush my cologne (zaza)
walk in my trap, you can tell what i’m on
we could take your life, boy, you ain’t coming back
cut the boy up, like a whole brick of crack
my young n*gga a buck, and you won’t get it back
heard he a b*tch, so we took the boy strap
ain’t ducking, no smoke, n*ggas know where i’m at (pull up)
post in the field with a stick like a bat
he tried to run off, he got shot in thе back (tried to run off, he got shot in the back)
[verse 1]
choppa thе size of a tall n*gga, uh, .223, call it michael lebron
pull up, and hit a n*gga block like a worm
beefing with gang, n*gga got to be dumb
choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas
we got them glocks, got them glocks, got them glocks
we catch a body, a body, a body
clean a n*gga block with these motherf*cking mops
i go to sleep with that thing in my hand, no doubt about it, i do every show with it
this n*gga took off and ran with these bands
cold hearted, i f*ck around when your ho with it
banging in school, man i’ve always been holding that thing on my hand, man i ain’t need no n*gga
trapping lil’ n*gga, i’ve never been broke n*gga
i lay him down, put the boy face on the floor n*gga
lil’ n*gga try the gang, choppa gon’ hit his lip
my lil’ n*gga poppin’ sh*t, i got your brother k!lled
f*ck around with a crip, caught the boy, body slipped
he tried to run, put a hole in the n*gga hip
glock with the pocket clip, .30 right by my d*ck
young n*gga droppin’ sh*t, i sold the hottest sh*t
police ain’t stoppin’ sh*t, n*ggas be talking sh*t
playing, we send the boy up like a rocket ship

[chorus]
these n*ggas b*tches, ain’t know what i’m on
fizzle got straps, yeah, i stay with the chrome
got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, got choppas on choppas, my choppa game long
play with the gang, and we send your ass home
we aim at your top, tryna knock off your dome
smoking on opps, yeah, kush my cologne (zaza)
walk in my trap, you can tell what i’m on
we could take your life, boy, you ain’t coming back
cut the boy up, like a whole brick of crack
my young n*gga a buck, and you won’t get it back
heard he a b*tch, so we took the boy strap
ain’t ducking, no smoke, n*ggas know where i’m at (pull up)
post in the field with a stick like a bat
he tried to run off, he got shot in the back (tried to run off, he got shot in the back)
[verse 2]
my demons, they hop out the rental, start dumping
bangin’ in my hood, we coming like crumpton
100 deep on a n*gga block like a function
them bullets all flying, them n*ggas start running
guns in my house, man they call me the gunman
glock with a .30, the choppas got .100s
he had to box, so we made his ass fumble
young n*gga small, so i ain’t with the running
gang send the opps to the graveyard, choppa hit you and all yall
shoot n*gga sh*t, no basketball, got caught with the strap in the school hall
k!ll n*gga quicker than fentanyl, we smoke a opp like menthol
cuz pull up, just one call, i make lil’ cuz k!ll all yall
gang got a n*gga back, just like a shirt or some
grape brought the choppas out, we tryna murder some
lay that boy down, put him in a hurst or some
put the boy face on a motherf*cking shirt or some
post on the block, he get sh*t with the taliban
drum on the stick, like a motherf*cking marching band
young n*gga hot as f*ck, go call the fireman
lil’ n*gga play, he pull up, and k!ll every man

- jay fizzle lyrics

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