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thatschase - choppa flow lyrics

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ouu ouu all these rap niggas these niggas suspect

now i’m getting rich these young niggas upset

he talking to much these bullets gon hush dat

brand new choppa i let that b-tch eat

we gon run em down we gon put him sleep

you kno u ain’t nun put his face on a tee

she ain give up the cheeks i jus got the mouth

the plug from venswayla the pack down south

look at ya pockets them b-tches in a drought

don’t second guess shit i don’t have doubt

i got what u need what you asking foe buddy

i’m serving green get ya cup real muddy

please don’t cross me cause it’ll get bl–dy

i’m hittin her raw i think that she love me

i’m going up so now i can’t stop

come to ya section n take all that u got

i’m a rich nigga now gucci my socks

i’m fly as f-ck b-tch i’m at the top

dripped in designer i’m rocking fendi

hoe you not special get take out at wendy’s

all that tuff talking shit u better jus miss me

i’m getting rich pussy niggas can’t stand me

if i come to ya state i ain’t checking in

i’m finna air this b-tch out like a fan

my ak get to clapping jus like some hands

the gang got sticks like a boy in the band

i’m gon crash the party u kno that we turnt up

i’m gon shoot the scene yo -ss getting burnt up

now yo buddy dead so tell me he learnt what

he ran up on me he went tried his luck

f-ck a ar15 i’m gripping this ak

better get down like i’m saying mayday

i cashapp my shooter gon do what say

when i grip k i get up and hype

she thought it was d-ck she touching this pipe

don’t come outside we creeping at night

we want the smoke we gon shoot on sight

i hit yo b-tch then i kicked her to the streets

redbone she gon suck like a leech

i’m in her mouth jus like some teeth

f-ck nigga play he get stained like bleach

if he violate me then he toe tagged

was prone to jacking took that shit from my dad

im teaching these niggas welcome to my cl-ss

i’m running first place n these niggas last

yo b-tch lie to you cause i’m the goat

boy you a b-tch put that on the folks

when he seen strap he usain bolt

if it ain’t about money what u want joe

amuri she wit me she gripping the strap

u run up on me advise you get back

this clip hold 30 we spliting his cap

jus like a package his -ss can get wrapped

i got good aim choppa flow

we ain’t slime but we gon wipe nose

lil buddy crip got them shooters on go

boy you ain’t gang shit boy you a hoe

i got what u need i sell it for low

we gon spen a bend skrrt jus creep up slow

i’m with my shooter i ain’t going for shit

heard he was the plug we robbed him quick

trained to go shooters leave his -ss in the ditch

i’m rolling up woods i’m high den a b-tch

i’m wit lil crazy he down to pop em

we gon set em up best believe that’s w gon stop em

we train to go so u know ain’t a problem

i’m trapping off digits i’m counting commas

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