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yngb chaos - choppa lyrics

[hook: yngb chaos]
i get these bands thats major
30 on me like a ranger
i get these bands like a mayor
hop in that jet see you later
i can not f-ck with no hater
my diamonds on ice like a glacier
clip at your head like a taper
thick white b-tch thats my flavor
red dot at your head like you hindu
i keep a stick like bamboo
diamonds on me yeah they brand new
let’s make a movie like hulu
30 bands, thats what i stick to
to all the support, thank you
you f-cked a b-tch, but she’s ranthrough
yo b-tch she blow me like a tissue

[verse 1: yngb chaos]
choppa gon sneeze what you say
i get these bands everyday
but you still gon hate anyway
i’m ballin out like 2k (ya digg)
diamonds on ice but you new that
choppa on me, it got kick back
tunnel vision to the money like kodak
i f-cked your b-tch then i fall back
my choppa gon eat you alive
all my money multiply
you n-ggas stay saying im trash
but that’s not for you to decide
yo b-tch she look like a creature
i’m gon blow up like creeper
your b-tch holds my egg like it’s easter
same n-ggas saying “yngb k”
the same n-ggas asking for a feature (b-tch)

[verse 2: yngb chaos]
i do this sh-t for the hunnids
but you do this for a dollar
i make these bands cause i gotta
but you making bread for a collar
i’m driving ‘round in a rari
while you driving round in a honda
p-ss the glock ‘round like a relay
f-cking your b-tch you can’t relate
pull up to your crib then i valet
stay on your feet like ballet
i’m going up like that way
i shot at your homie on that day
your music so washed up like cascade
i’m moving bricks on a trap day
do you feel that vibe
choppa gon spray b-tch i dont gotta lie
take a flight out to dubai
out in these streets b-tch these rules dont apply
im the best in my city but i dont gotta try
vvs blue and they bright like the sky
hate on my trap than you must wanna die
hate on my trap than you must wanna die
hate on my trap and i might bust a cap
yo b-tch she sit on my f-cking lap
i tap her sh-t, that b-tch -ss so fat
why the f-ck are these n-ggas real mad
i got that mof-cking heat on the way
moving bricks 203 to la
why the f-ck do these n-ggas gotta hate
get the f-ck up out my f-cking face
we got that mof-cking bands yuh
on our waist
you can a catch a 0.308
30 in the f-cking clip
we be thuggin everyday

- yngb chaos lyrics

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