Joey Fatts, A$AP Rocky, Danny Brown - Choppa lyrics
A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Joey Fatts, A$AP Rocky, Danny Brown - Choppa lyrics]
Refused to be mistreated
I'll be damned if I repeat it
I be that Pretty Flacko
I tell her go retweet it
I ask her for her number, I fuck her
Then delete it chilling in my drop
Nigga beating down yo' block
Shakin' off the pigs and I
Leave it like my top
Bitch up on my cock, got my
Hand up on my Glock, uh
Money in my sock, nigga give me what you got
You could call me Mr retail
Pigalle for my females
Bitches suck me down low
You niggas on the DL
I interrupt yo shit quick
Yeah I'm on my Ezel
Dump 'em by the ocean you can
Find 'em with the seashells
Rolling, rolling, rolling
I ain't talking 'bout no pills
Cars stolen, stolen
Make 'em tell about the wheels
Gettin' all this money give a
Fuck 'bout how you feel feelin' on this
Chopper, choppa hundred shots
Knocking pictures off your wall
All these hoes on my balls like
Give me what you got
Straght drop in a pot, got the watch
Throw it once
And it's hot, non-stop like give
Me what you got, what you got
Strapped up and weeded
Beefin' I got my reasons we creepin'
Better pray that you blessed
When the snub sneazin' my bitches
Love eatin' so that's threesome
When we meetin'
Yo bitch cheatin' wait 'til you
Leave and she swallow semen
I'm probably the realest breathin' under 25
I'm the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn't die
From the side where hammers is hereditary
Michael Vick with clips
Pull off the hip and send
Bullets to your secondary
Run the field like Barry, livin' legendary
Foreign cars vary
Stickin' dick in business secretaries
Hoes give me they heart like
It's the fourteenth of February
Played her from the start
I just fuck and leave her for you to marry
It's too much money in this world
To worry 'bout a bitch
Unless she workin' the strip
Making my pockets flip my kind of bitch
Man she quick and slide off in a Jeep
I haven't trusted a bitch since TLC creep
Chopper, choppa hundred shots
Knocking pictures off your wall
All these hoes on my balls like
Give me what you got
Straght drop in a pot, got the watch
Throw it once
And it's hot, non-stop like give
Me what you got, what you got