a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

chopz (mi) - walk lyrics

[intro: babyfxce e]
(i ain’t gon’ lie, you tripped on this b+tch, jay)
huh, b+tch
walk down, striker gang, striker boys, all that sh+t, n+gga
huh
i just raced a n+gga and took off on him twice
peg on the front of the glock, i ain’t get this off no—
huh, okay, come on
b+tch

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
huh, i just raced a n+gga and took off on him twice
peg on the front of the glock, but i ain’t get this off no bike
it’s a d+ck in it too, but i ain’t get it off no dyk+
we be holdin’ sticks in the air, but we ain’t on no strike, n+gga
i pump gas and leave it runnin’, this a strike, n+gga
this ain’t no standard h+llcat, b+tch, it got the pipes in it
that n+gga devin haney, he ain’t got no fight in him
she tryna make love, b+tch must not know i spike b+tches

[verse 2: chopz]
me and bro be runnin’ through these hoes, we somethin’ like a hike with it
you bring up me and lean, don’t forget the sprite with it
this truck got me feelin’ like a baby, bro, i’m high sittin’
b+tch get jealous with the drank, so i’m hidin’, sippin’
i got a problem with the—
i got a problem with the drank, i feel like charles, i can hardly fix it
you know that b+tch a sl+t, she love her finsta
real striker boys for real, this is not no rental
sn+tch his scat when he go to sleep, man, this sh+t simple
[verse 3: babyfxce e]
i don’t pay for p+ssy, but if it’s that, then i might tip you
she so open in the club, she off shirley temples
i know this b+tch tryna f+ck, she just showed her nipple
huh, come on, huh
man, some n+ggas just walked in, now i gotta stay on point
real smackers with me, all i gotta do is f+ckin’ point
this a game to me, every b+tch i hit, that’s a point
shootin’ the k with one hand, man, i think i popped a joint
faceshot while his ass smokin’, i just popped a joint
huh, every time my b+tch call, i just get annoyed
facecam, ganja gods, b+tch, you can get employed
if she ain’t f+ckin’ me, she playin’ with her toy
n+gga can’t put you in the lam’, you playin’ with a boy

[verse 4: chopz]
come f+ck with our side, b+tch, we turnt
dog keep sayin’ that he next, but he burnt
drac’ll leave his ass stiff like he had a bad perm
the box on the glock sound like two guns that got a burst
that drank got me in a—
that drank got me in a dead coma, bro, go get a nurse
i’m a vet at this sh+t, bro, i’m gucci
i’m tryna roll some ‘za up, man, hand me a loosie
this your b+tch favorite song, n+gga, we feel like toosii
don her favorite drink, man, that get her loosie
she drunk as h+ll, tryna make a movie
f+ck it, lil’ b+tch, we finna make one and be on tubi
i be diggin’ in her sh+t, she keep tryna move me
me and fxce on the beat, you know that b+tch groovy
we pull up to your spot, get that b+tch open
you can paralyze your lil’ b+tch and she still goin’
my brother front me a couple lines and i’m still owin’
i can barely hold my eyes open, n+gga, and i’m still pourin’

- chopz mi lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS