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choppaboy rayray - ghetto choppa lyrics

[intro: choppaboy rayray]
(david wesson)
chops, chops
chop
chop
chops, chops
f+ck goin’ on, man
(you recordin’, smerf?)
chops, chops
let me talk my sh+t
yeah
[verse 1: choppaboy rayray]
big choppa, big pistols, we drop big bodies
gang only, i don’t know you, you can’t get by me
hundred on me, glock 40 and a stick by me
so if them people ever get me, it was a hit probably
n+gga, wait, i make murder music
load your chopper, catch your slide, you can murder to it
whole city know i’m ’bout it, i ain’t gotta prove it
caught an opp lackin’, upped that strap, then i got to shootin’
b+tch, wait, oh, you a dead man
chopper bullets make your charger do a handstand
we got drums like a band, i’m a bandman
shoot a n+gga dead in his sh+t for tryna grandstand
n+gga, p+ssy, these n+ggas overrated
time to takе the city over, i been too impatient
smokеd a n+gga in his prime, they gon’ say we hated
dropped a n+gga, free to talk about it, somethin’ like the greatest

[verse 2: peezy]
ayy, i hang with all menaces
gettin’ money right now, so i ain’t gotta reminisce
told my ho when she get up, come meet me at the dealership
standin’ tall, you don’t know the sh+t that i been dealin’ with
just sent my dog a cash app, he on your ass now
b+tches keep callin’ me cute, i got a bag now
i’m in warren and conner projects in a ragtop
like a six+four, i hit the switch and make your ass drop
old white lady just told me, “you got a bad watch”
two+carat solitaires, they was a half block
my n+gga ran off and left me in a bad spot
now i’m countin’ so much pape’, i’m finna pass out
put them choppers in the car, we ’bout to mash out
boy, if brodie ‘nem get on your ass, you can’t hide out
doggy fightin’ a body in the county, finna ride out
i don’t feel like goin’ down the way, i’m shootin’ mines out
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
i can get mad and put a chirp on your head, n+gga
jump out with a switch and then frrt, now you dead, n+gga
only time i’m drinkin’ cream soda when it’s red in it
just dropped a new benz, tryna get some new head in it
forehead shots, i’m with the boogie man
i got a new plug, eighteen hundred for the cookie strand
me and ray slidin’, not a ‘hawk, in a minivan
reese jumped out with the glock, d+mn, the fully jammed
tizzle got a gun that’ll stretch you like a rubber band
b+tch, stop goin’ live actin’ extra, this a hundred bands
seventy+five hundred for a verse, b+tch, i’m uncle sam
n+gga gettin’ too close in the club, had to punch a fan
i’ll jump out with this ar when the sun out
had a funny feeling, somethin’ told me bring my gun out
we the ones known for turning n+ggas’ cribs to haunted houses
had to tell lil tay ‘nem chill, they really shot about a hundred houses

[outro: rio da yung og]
naw, that’s no cap, n+gga, them n+ggas shreddin’ everything
them lil’ n+ggas crazy, man, they hittin’ sh+t, dog
this sh+t— naw, i’m just playin’, dog, we ain’t on that
i be just rappin’, bro, and you know that
tryna make this sh+t sound good, we ain’t on that
okay, you got it, bro, if you jump out bustin’, we ain’t gon’ blow back
h+ll nah, n+gga, we don’t carry illegal guns
n+gga, i can’t be around that, i’m on fed bond
naw, for real
boyz in this b+tch, n+gga, you know what the f+ck goin’ on
the ghetto free, this a ghetto choppa
durag around the top, this a ghetto chopper

- choppaboy rayray lyrics

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