Correction Lyrics Choppas On Choppas by NLE Choppa

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Tai bunked this ho (Action)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ha, I'm on a beat with AP, ya' dig?)
Ya' dig?
Finna pop my sh*t
Finna pop my sh*t
Finna pop my sh*t
Finna pop my sh*t

Might pop me a Perc', feelin' like Durk
N***a run up on me, I'ma put him in a hearse
All blue Benjis like Papa Smurf
And your b*t*h she a freak, always wanna flirt
Yeah, I'm bringing her home, she giving me dome
After she done, I'm blocking her phone
She sayin' I'm wrong, ho, leave me alone
Know I'm a dog, I just want a bone
Pull up on you, what it do with it
Bullets stick to your skin, like glue in it
Shots went to your house, n***a, who did it?
Straight bangin' the C ooh-woo with it
Too too cold like a n***a got the flu with it
In a party deuce, deuce and the shoe with it
Shots through your brain, through your fitted
Sippin' on Henny, f**kin' up my kidneys
If it's smoking the herb we gon' blow at it 'em
Tell my pharmacy, b*t*h, I need more yellow
Runnin' through b*t*hes like Barry Sanders
I can't get off these pills need to do better
I got them choppas with Choppa
We spin on your block and we wipin' your nose
If robbin' don't pay off gone call up the plug
And tell him to drop off them loads (Action, action, action)
I got the power like Curtis (Like curtis)
Yeah the Maybach it came with curtains (Curtains)
I'm not lackin' 'cause I know they lurkin' (They lurkin')
Know these hoes they goin' for sho, sho (Sho, sho)
Can't shop at the mall off a show tho' (Show tho')
Then I go and f**k up on yo' hoe (Yo' hoe)
When bullets start flying that like oh no (Prr)
If the backend ain't cleared I'm a no show

Fell up in the club with the gang, gang
Reach for my chain, gon' bang, bang
You know that I keep me a Drac' thang
Run up and I'm gon' let that b*t*h sang
I belong in the stall, b*t*h I'm the sh*t
How you a robber? You fumbled the lick
B*t*hes see choppa and run to the d**k
Pull out the camera let's make us a flick
Pillow talking, don't do that
N***a took yo' strap, go get it back
All hunnids, yeah them blue racks (Blue racks)
Dissin' on the gram we don't get into that
We pull up on murder, put him on a shirt
Pick out a casket, put him in the dirt
Only the family, feeling like Durk
We smoking on OG, don't f**k with the purp (B*t*h!)
And we smokin' on gas
Hit it from the back
I was smackin' on her a**, ya' dig
And a Glock hold 30, I'm patiently waiting
Gon' blow yo' sh*t back, ya' dig?
I ain't gotta cap about sh*t
N***a knowin' that we havin' these racks ya' dig?
Everything I say facts, ya' dig, ya' dig, ya' dig
F**kin' on yo' thot, I'mma make that hoe back bend
Back then I was broke, everybody was laughing
Slide on the opps, and we gon' knock them n***as all off
Soon as she hit the door, told that b*t*h take her draws off
I'm not a season lil' b*t*h ain't gon' fall off
If I up the stick, I'm tryna kill all y'all
The barrel was long, I got a sawed off
If I ain't have the bag, gon' be your whole jaw (Ice)

Pop my sh*t ya' dig
Pop my sh*t ya' dig
No I can't wife the b*t*h
Only one night the b*t*h
Pop my sh*t ya' dig
Pop my sh*t ya' dig
No I can't wife the b*t*h
Only one night the b*t*h
Ya' dig, ya' dig, ya' dig
Ya' dig, ya' dig, ya' dig
Ya' dig, ya' dig, ya' dig
Ya' dig, ya' dig, ya' dig

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