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whoppa wit da choppa - what you on lyrics

[intro]
(hahaha)
brrrrrrr, whop
ayy
uh, uh, uh, f+ck these n+ggas on, ayy b+tch
uh, uh, wha t the f+ck these n+ggas on, ayy b+tch
uh, uh, what the f+ck these n+ggas on, ayy b+tch

[chorus]
what you on? gang sh+t, foenem on the same sh+t
caught a n+gga out of bounds and you know we bust his brains quick
k!ll a rapper n+gga, make his homie make some pain sh+t
i ain’t worried ’bout these b+tch, all these hoes ain’t sh+t
b+tch, i’m whop with that chop, i brought that k with me (rrrah)
you’ll think they pay rent ’cause they stay with me (ayy)
chain muhammad ali, this b+tch stay hittin’ (bling)
like the drac’, it got no t++th, this b+tch stay spittin’ (rrrah)

[verse]
boy you better not come outside, better stay hiddin’
if you doin’ homicides with this big glizzy (come here, boy)
tryna ride in the car, that’s how mark died (talk)
we gon’ get twin too, make his momma cry (talk)
we gon’ sw+ng back through if it won’t a homicide
the gang don’t ride bikes but you know we bring them choppas out
jack+in+the+box, boy, you know the gang poppin’ out (b+tch)
shoot you in the mouth, what the f+ck you was talkin’ ’bout?
ayy, lil’ b+tch get the up off me
all this trey d in the air got a n+gga coughin’
i know curt miss his brother, he could meet him in a coffin
bibby died, they put holes in his head like a dolphin
n+gga momma got shot, d+mn, i heard she was parkin’
they shot off yo’ b+tch fingers, she can’t tweet got her talkin’
spazz got k!lled my a [?] hit when he thought was coppin’
rod k tried to slide for his dawg but we dropped him
ayy, lil’ b+tch turn me up
i say, “smokin’ dead opps” ’cause i don’t give a f+ck
mookie caught a headshot, d+mn, they f+cked him up (mookie)
all the opps catchin’ shots, they can’t f+ck with us (brrr)
b+tch, i’ll beat yo’ ass, n+gga, knuckle up
jamarious on the floor, somebody pick him up
you gon’ need a ambulance just to get him up
d+mn, i’m 2pac when i swing ’cause i hit ’em up (d+mn)
ballin’ on yo’ b+tch ass, yeah, i’m rich as f+ck
hit that b+tch from the back then i get the f+ck (f+ck)
might get yo’ b+tch titties done, pick yo’ titties up (whop)
and i’m really with the sh+ts, shoot yo’ city up (gang)
i don’t wanna f+ck that b+tch ‘less she thicc as f+ck (eww)
beefin’ with the whole city, n+ggas cliquing up (f+ck)
make sure you mention bodies when you mention us (f+ck)
all the opps tryna copy, tryna be us (b+tch)
[chorus]
what you on? gang sh+t, foenem on the same sh+t
caught a n+gga out of bounds and you know we bust his brains quick (ayy)
k!ll a rapper n+gga, make his homie make some pain sh+t (ayy)
i ain’t worried ’bout these b+tch, all these hoes ain’t sh+t (b+tch)
b+tch, i’m whop with that chop, i brought that k with me (rrrah)
you’ll think they pay rent ’cause they stay with me (ayy)
chain muhammad ali, this b+tch stay hittin’ (bling)
like the drac’, it got no t++th, this b+tch stay spittin’ (rrrah)

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