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faceshotgang choppa – faceshot talk lyrics

[intro: faceshotgang choppa]
yeah!
you know what the f+ck going on
faceshotgang in this b+tch
aye, we gon stand over a n+gga
aye!

[verse 1: faceshotgang choppa]
put a n+gga body in the atic
f+ck that dead n+gga, wrap that n+gga body up in plastic
a hundred rounds on this choppa
like i’m shootin for the mavericks
imma leave his head backwards
catch a body i ain’t taxin
we gon put him in a coffin
b+tch i’m diving like a dolpin
shut up, die, if he be stalkin
early morning caught him walkin
dead n+ggas, roll em up
if it’s smoke, roll em up
droppin fo’s, pour em up
hit his head, fold em up
choppa!

[verse 2: faceshotgang don]
caught em walking, know i dumped the f+ckin drake
hit that n+gga in his chest but i was aimin for his face
before i take a f+ckin l, i up this .45 to his face
in the sprinter, switchin states, dirty sticks, drive safe
yeah!
hundred ways to get a bag i can show you plenty
we can even jug or trick or we could skip the city
before the scam sh+t, we was thuggin in the trenches
fsg, havin racks, f+ckin n+ggas’ b+tches
{interlude: faceshotgang choppa]
aye, aye look
get that mo’ f+ckin choppa n+gga
you know what the f+ck goin on
n+gga, aye, aye boy, gimme dat sh+t
aye skii, run that n+gga down
run em down!
f+s+g

[verse 3: faceshotgang skii]
caught him lackin imma do that n+gga bad, get him gone
30 shots up in this mo’ f+ckin mac
b+tch n+gga!
face shot, imma leave em in the past
smokin dead opps, and you know we smokin gas
i just threw me one back, p+ssy b+tch i’m finna flash
wet em off the x, n+ggas know i tend to spaz
slidin down 360 and i’m strapped up with this pole
imma do a n+gga bad i’m trynna take a n+gga soul
til done, hit the lights i’m finna get a n+gga gone
and we still smokin fire, n+gga this ain’t just a song
imma slide for that gang, p+ssy n+gga right or wrong
stump a opp up in the woods i’m smokin opps up out the bowl
i’m a real jug bro, n+gga run off in yo home
bad b+tch from new orleans and she give me superdome
i was posted in the bricks, i was broke juggin phones
now i’m all up in my bag i do this sh+t without a loan
skii!
[verse 4: fsg richhead]
b+tch we with the gang it’s fsg know how we steppin
i can’t never leave the house yeah i be clutchin on my weapon
if a n+gga got a problem imma up the smith and wesson
and that b+tch is in my right hand, that’s what you get for guessin
i ain’t never wanna f+ck her cuz i know she way too desperate
and that b+tch be in my phone, she be textin all my exes
b+tch, don’t start no sh+t, swear to god you way to messy
and if i see that n+gga imma k!ll em, send that message
big strap, we protected

[outro: fsg richhead]
uh, uh, uh, uh
n+ggas crazy around this b+tch
n+ggas play, we gon shoot up like the navy around this b+tch
and i’m dunkin on these n+ggas, tracy mcgrady with that stick
hey, huh
huh, huh, crazy with that

- faceshotgang choppa lyrics

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