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whoppa wit da choppa - crash out lyrics

[intro]
ayy, i got so much money i can’t count
this sh+t ain’t nothing man
we been getting this sh+t all year
(drilltime, what you cookin’ up?)

[chorus]
fifty ball in my hand off the dead opps
i ain’t gone say too much more cause the feds hot
and i been f+cked your hoe, that hoe fanned out
bronem brought the switches out but whoppa brought the bands out
he just took five to the chest that boy reggie bush
soon as a n+gga b+tch look then that hoe took
i don’t want no lazy hoe, i need a b+tch that’s gone cook
n+gga we shooting that block up, you better not post up

[verse]
yeah n+gga, i got rich off of dead opps
good aim, red dot on this d+mn glock
d+mn shame, he was dissing caught a headshot
what’s his name tried to get away but he crashed out
d+mn shame, d+mn shame, d+mn shame
he was dissing caught a headshot
what’s his name, what’s his name, what’s his name
tried to get away and crashed out
i know you miss your brother, boy, you should have died when pete died
you can tell me oiled up our glocks, n+gga, how we slide
i been sliding on every side of town but i’m from the east side
opps see me and know it’s going down, they know how we ride
n+gga i just bought a brand new glizzy
smack a n+gga then watch the news, who did it?
you ain’t in the streets for real, we know you didn’t
you know we slung heat for real, end up like bibby
f+ck around with these scams, got my racks up like tennis
little b+tch eat the d+ck like ham, she gone eat this sh+t like denny’s
smoking four for four, this trey d this ain’t wendy’s
i’mma f+ck your throat if you say you on your period
thirty thousand in my hand on my dead brothers
speak on the boys’ names i’ll put the whole thirty on you
i don’t write my raps but i’ll still put this lead on you
dead opps in my cup, we just call this sh+t wodie+cola
[chorus]
fifty ball in my hand off the dead opps
i ain’t gone say too much more cause the feds hot
and i been f+cked your hoe, that hoe fanned out
bronem brought the switches out but whoppa brought the bands out
he just took five to the chest that boy reggie bush
soon as a n+gga b+tch look then that hoe took
i don’t want no lazy hoe, i need a b+tch that’s gone cook
n+gga we shooting that block up, you better not post up

- whoppa wit da choppa lyrics

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