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tg crippy - choppy shop lyrics

[verse 1: tts tana]
oh my god, d+mn
you could ask what you want, when you want, n+gga, i ain’t never ran
mention my name then you must be a fan
big tana pop out when i shoot with both hands
shoot this sh+t ’til it jam
never forget them boys in a can
[…]

[verse 2: kenzo balla]
better move when we step in the spot
’cause if you don’t move, somebody getting shot
i could only put trust in my knocks
oh, they dissin’? we spinnin’ that block
i just put extensions on the glock
outside buggin’, clutchin’ on the chop
better stop, with the rappin’ and cappin’ before we spin and make it hot
[?], i’m lookin’ for the gz
i will meet you [?]
sha gz came home on his knees
if i catch the lil’ dirty n+gga, i’ma squeeze
hollow tips eat him up, he can’t breathe
spin wit’ my ooters, flockin’ out the scene
he tried to run, so i backed out the beam
tried to run, he got hit in his beanie
makin’ movies like we on the tv
always ballin’ on court like the pg
i’ma flock it, then pass it to tg
he gon’ flock it, then pass it to keemy
flockin’ and buggin’, we make it look easy
[?]
cause they know when we spin, it get greasy
sending shots, throwin’ o’s in gzzly’s
16 in the chop for them oy n+ggas
all them lil’ n+ggas know the vibes
n+ggas dissin’ like they really ooters in songs, but them n+ggas don’t never slide
when we go through that block, they be terrifed
that’s about the mb n+ggas from the 5
yus gz got hit and he should’ve died
everytime we spin, we leave em’ traumatized
doa, ebk, hop out, leavin’ n+ggas on they face
you tried to run, so i picked up the pace
beams on the chop, man, i’m spinnin’ wit’ chase
off the mexi and rah, i be laced
smokin’ the dummy and dubs to the face
if n+ggas move wock, then i’m catchin’ a case
yo, tay breesh, suck my d+ck, if i catch you lackin’, then i bet you get hit
he gon’ be like lotti in a spliff
hop out, catch a body on they strip
last opp tried to run, but he tripped
these n+ggas p+ssy, they ain’t never do sh+t
big knock and this sh+t got a kick
when i’m flockin’, i ain’t tryna’ miss
[verse 3: tg crippy]
who that? like, what?
this n+gga that said he was 8th to the gates
we gon’ boom, don’t wait
that lil’ b+tch lined up for the gang
labels is hittin’ my line everyday
i could get out the hood any day
doa, be the gang, b+tch, we really be dumpin’ on anything
if you ask me, we did everything
[?] on top, we do this for mezzy b
and these lil’ n+ggas know how i’m rockin’
keep a knocker, it stay in my pocket
you movin’ wocky, n+gga, i’ma flock it
so, don’t come over here with that opp sh+t
i’m with tana, if i pass him the hammer, that n+gga goin’ bananas
catch a bd, then fly to atlanta
big gdk, we don’t f+ck with them dancers
n+ggas lyin’, how you give your mans up
b+tches on me, ’cause i got my bands up
don’t got a chop, you better get your hands up
after i punch you, i’m beatin’ your mans up
’cause that’s how it started
[?], we lookin’ for targets, like
stay heartless, n+ggas ain’t your mans, but, the b+tch gon’ leave you regardless
no nonsense, f+ck getting locked up, i just rather [?]
keep stompin’, keep stompin’
bend through the well, i’m lookin’ for a target
we park sh+t, we park sh+t
he could get shot if he on river park sh+t

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