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acrylo - shotta shotta canyon (choppa kart) lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
i’m with the sh-t like i’m dennis
i started this sh-t i’ma finish
n-gg-s be hatin’, tryna blemish my image
who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
extended clip long as a rope
we wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
i knew that boy was a ho
pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin’
what is your set, n-gg-? what is you claimin’?
i am a beast, you cannot tame it
don’t point the finger, this sh-t can get dangerous
these n-gg-s hatin’, these n-gg-s plottin’
ooh, he got money i’m runnin’ his wallet
you say you a k!ller, lil’ n-gg- stop it
in a shoot out your gun was droppin’
you really a fraud

[verse 2]
you cannot stomp on his yard
my n-gg- they scammin’, they swipin’ them cards
i am so high that i’m talking’ to stars
i’m gone off them jiggas, i’m poppin’ them bars
don’t mind my pimpin’, b-tch, don’t sweat me
choppa got a kick, call that sh-t jet li
sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?
don’t get a f if a n-gg- try to testin’ me
whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
hit the party fifty deep, nun’ but my shotta
n-gg- tried me so you know i had to pop him
so many bullets it confused the doctor
whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
f-ck a headshot, i’ma shoot him in the back
3.5 rolled up in the cack
we don’t smoke reggie, this sh-t called gas
i’m sticked up, like a blind man
i’m super hot, like a frying pan
he said that he gon’ take some from me
ayy, just know, he lyin’ man
i’ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
your b-tch suckin’ d-ck like a kool-aid pickle
two bullets in your chest, that’s a nipple
and if a n-gg- run up i’ma pop him like a pimple
get rich or die tryin’, i’m feelin’ like 50
brand new choppa got double d t-tties
n-gg-s don’t play me i don’t get silly
love all the beef like a southwest philly, yeah

[bridge]
yeah, love all the beef like a southwest philly, yeah
ayy, b-tch, love all the beef like a southwest philly

[verse 3]
i might just od, percs k!llin’ me slowly
feelin’ like i’m kobe, can’t ner’ n-gg- hol’ me
if you wanna run up on me, shoot ’em like gin-bili
and i’m with the sh-t lil’ homie, yeah, like i’m toby, yeah
and i’m with the sh-t lil’ homie, yeah, like i’m toby, yeah
b-tch!

[outro]
(like i’m toby, yeah)
finna ad-lib, keep all that
(like a school shooter, named toby, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah
keep all that tay, yeah
(huh, huh)
(this sh-t straight drop, lil’ n-gg-, no cut)
ayy tay, keep all that
(straight drop, lil’ n-gg-, no cut)
keep all that, yeah, yeah
(up from my hip, yeah)

- acrylo lyrics

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