trippie redd – choppa gang lyrics
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[verse]
throwing up big b’s (gang), smokin’ on big trees
boy, we smokin’ on them big c’s, put that down, boy, that sh+t weak (b+tch)
diamonds on my wrist look like the ocean, i smoke seaweed (okay)
glad i made the money ’cause these people do not get me
bimmers, benz, and bentleys when i’m pullin’ through the city (skrrt)
you can catch a sh+ll just for lookin’ at me silly (bah, bah, bah)
we gon’ rob the bank…
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