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choppa ebk - might not lyrics

[intro: choppa ebk & b+lovee]
like, babies, d+mn it
grrah (oy)
(grrah)
i’m the one who started this madness, n+gga

[chorus: b+lovee]
i’m tryna rock ’em like a baby
we see the opps then scream, “we got one”, like
so that’s when the shots come, boys in the cut lowkey tryna drop one
he tryna talk like a savage, he not one
rollin’ up rah, that’s a hot one
and i got this thot on my body, like, she gon’ go on her knees and top one (top one, like)
and she tryna— (and she tryna)
and we tryna— (oh, we tryna?)
but i keep my— (and i keep my), i got one in the topper (grrah)
[verse 1: b+lovee]
if get lit, throw a shot
put that on bro, i done did it a lot
n+ggas actin’ like somethin’ they not
callin’ they bluff, this sh+t gotta stop
n+ggas slackin’, i get guap
that’s why i’m f+ckin’ on all of they thots
think i’m lackin’? i’m with chop, and he be itchin’ to blowin’ this chop
b+tch, it’s lovee in the spot
diamonds dancin’, n+ggas starin’
but i dare ’em, hollows gon’ f+ck up whatever he wearin’, like

[verse 2: choppa ebk]
first thing’s first, i was never the one to be played with
like, who not o’s? n+ggas better save it, like
don’t tryna play with my patience
now, i gotta find ’em some bacon
he gon’ die for the sh+t that he sayin’
it was job, wasn’t needed a savin’
so let’s not get it mistaken
i’m dumpin’ your car, no more my n+ggas ask, i’d never let them get a pass
told bro tp, don’t crash, can’t go out like 80, he was movin’ too fast
bro, we did ’em sleeze, no mac
let’s see the jeans, on his knees, he a f+g
yus gz, fake jeans, give ’em back
like, deady, where he at?
he shot himself, he was not movin’ tact
i don’t play with my gun, i don’t get into that
she know i’m smokin’ her mans, but she still let me hit from the back
glock in my hands, but i’m quick when i’m uppin’ the strap
can’t go out like rah, that dumb n+gga lacked (that dumb n+gga lacked)
[chorus: b+lovee]
i’m tryna rock ’em like a baby
we see the opps then scream, “we got one”, like
so that’s when the shots come, boys in the cut lowkey tryna drop one
he tryna talk like a savage, he not one
rollin’ up rah, that’s a hot one
and i got this thot on my body, like, she gon’ go on her knees and top one (top one, like)
and she tryna— (and she tryna)
and we tryna— (oh, we tryna?)
but i keep my— (and i keep my), i got one in the topper (grrah)
and she tryna— (and she tryna)
and we tryna— (oh, we tryna?)
but i keep my— (and i keep my), i got one in the topper

[outro: choppa ebk]
don’t let ’em slip, like, watch how i hop out the whip
reverse what? reverse sh+t, n+ggas get hit in that whip
and freddy got hit with some chips with a b+tch, that can never be me
’cause i walk to the store with my stick, let it cl!ck

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