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action pack feat. nle choppa – choppas on choppas lyrics

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ice, ice, ice
yeah, yeah (i’m on a beat way, ya’ dig)

when i talk my sh-t
when i talk my sh-t
when i talk my sh-t

might pop me a perc
feelin’ like durk
n-gg- run up on me
i’mma put ’em in a he-rs-

all blue benji’s, like poppa smurf
and your b-tch she a freak
always wanna flirt
yeah i’m bringing her home
she giving me dome

after she done, i’m blocking her phone
she sayin’ i’m wrong, hoe leave me alone
know i’m a dog, i just want a bone

pull up on you, what it do with it
bullets stick to your skin, like glue in it
shottas went to your house,
n-gg- who did it
try banging to see who who with it

.22 called like a n-gg- got the flu with it
in a party deuce, deuce and the shoe with it
shots through your brain
through your fitted
sippin’ on henny f-ckin’ up my kidneys

if it’s smoking the herb we gon’ blow at it
tell my fo’nem b-tch need more yellow
runnin’ through b-tches like barry sanders
i can’t get off these pills need to do better

i got them choppas with choppa
we spend on your block and we wipin’ your nose
if robbin’ don’t pay off gone call up the plug
and tell ’em hoes (action, action, action)

i got the power like curtis
yeah the maybach it came with curtains
i’m not lackin’ ’cause i know they lurkin’
know these hoes they goin’ for sure, sure

can’t shop at the mall off a show tho’
then i go and f-ck up on yo’ hoe
when bullets start flying that like oh no
if the backend ain’t cleared i’m a no show

fell up in the club with the gang, gang
reach for my chain, gon’ bang, bang
you know that i keep me a drac’thang
run up and i’mma let that b-tch sang

i belong in the stall, b-tch i’m the sh-t
hire a robber, you f-ck with the lick
b-tches see choppa and run to the d-ck
pull out the camera let’s make us a flick

pillow talking, don’t do that
n-gg- took yo’ strap, go get it back
all hunnids, yeah them blue racks
dissin’ on the gram we don’t get into that

we pull up on the murder, put him on a shirt
pick out a casket, put him in the dirt
only the family, feeling like durk
we smoking the og don’t f-ck with the purp (b-tch)

and we smokin’ on gas
hit it from the back
i was smackin’ on her -ss, ya’ dig
and a glock hold 30, i’m patiently waiting

gon’ blow yo’ sh-t back, ya’ dig?
i ain’t gotta cap about sh-t
n-gg- knowin’ that we havin’ these racks ya’ dig?
everything i say facts, ya’ dig, ya’ dig, ya’ dig

f-ckin’ on yo’ thot, i’mma make the whole world back bend
back then i was broke, everybody was laughing
slide on the opps, who will knock them n-gg-s all off
soon as she hit the door, told that b-tch take her draws off

i’m not a season lil’ b-tch ain’t gon’ fall off
if i up the stick, i’m tryna k!ll all y’all
the barrel was long, i got a sawed off
if i ain’t have the bag, gon’ be your whole jaw (ice)

pop my sh-t ya’ dig
pop my sh-t ya’ dig
no i can’t wife the b-tch
only one night the b-tch

pop my sh-t ya’ dig
pop my sh-t ya’ dig
no i can’t wife the b-tch
only one night the b-tch

ya’ dig, ya’ dig, ya’ dig
ya’ dig, ya’ dig, ya’ dig
ya’ dig, ya’ dig, ya’ dig
ya’ dig, ya’ dig, ya’ dig

- action pack feat nle choppa lyrics

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