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the real choppa - @squadboi_choppa lyrics

look
my n*gga you p*ssy,fat b*tch
hit you with the stick, backflip
give me 10 of them hoes, trap sh*t
how you call youself choppa ain’t shot sh*t?
well i wanna see what you brought b*tch
chopstick, pop sh*t
he say he want smoke we can match that
we gon’ pull up and give him a whole grip
chops in the front you see a glock in my hand
we drove on your street you seen us and you ran
ima up it and spray it hit him and his man
imma do him like biggie and 2pac his friends
b*tch

look
im giving out bullets you tryna throw hands
we pull up to your show we gon shoot at you fans
shawty cappin that ass make me bust in my pants
imma f*ck er like i just got out the pen
i load up the 40 then load up the van
we empty the clip on whoever on gang
we gon cap everybody my n*ggas got aim
put two in your back and one in your brain
i let it pop like a soldier
she give me top cause she know im a soldier
im stacking it up like im working at krogers
im trynna buy me a (?)
my n*ggas on pointing no f*cking us over
mini draco that b*tch strapped on my shoulder
silencer added pull up in a rover
7.62 hit your body its over
we can take you to war b*tch im bringing the load
imma murder you n*ggas and f*ck all your hoes
free my big brother he way up the road
f*ck n*gga got shot in his chest and he told
n*gga put you on the l!ck and you froze
you lying you frontin i know you a hoe
i be in the trap getting rid of these loads
og in the drawer got me holding my nose
smashing your b*tch cause i know she a hoe
bring both of my n*ggas i know she gon go
but all of my n*ggas i know they gon blow
b*tch
takin the woe
gang sh*t

look b*tch
i know you a goofy
i know your n*ggas ain’t shooters
i know you n*ggas ain’t moving
you n*ggas be on computers
my n*ggas be on the block with the rugers
we’d rather pull up and come f*ck your hood up
(?) told me get the drum n*gga tool up
we boutta slide on these n*ggas on buddah
b*tch my extended clip as long as a ruler
30 shots send it i dont need a cooler
we was out robbin i dont need to fool ya
gold on my neck never been to a jeweller
she give me brain so i call her my tutor
she think its fun like shes working at hooters
pull out to find out that you won’t use it
b*tch

- squadboi_choppa lyrics

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