Young Thug, Playboi Carti - Choppa Won’t Miss lyrics

Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.

[Young Thug, Playboi Carti - Choppa Won’t Miss lyrics]

Yeah, we ain't wastin' no time
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Slatt, slatt, slatt, woo

Chopper won't miss a nigga
(Chopper won't miss a nigga)
Chopper won't miss a nigga
(Chopper won't miss a nigga)
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred round drum killin' everybody (yeah)
Hundred round drum killin' everybody
(Red dot) chopper won't miss a nigga

Chopper won't, hold on red dot
Beep, beep, beep, beep rrah, yeah
Yeah hold on, hold on, hold on (yeah, yeah)

She hop on the dick and she split, huh
Hop on the dick like a bitch, huh
Suck on my dick like a tick, huh
(What? What? Uh)
You a copier, yeah, you like to copy shit
(Carti) you wasn't even on the style until
Yung Carti popped this shit, bitch
I got hella hoes (Woah)
On some poppin' shit (Woah, woah)
Need a poppin' bitch (Woah)
Need a solid bitch (Woah)
Harder than a brick (Beep, beep)
Choppers on the counter
Pints all in the fridge

Chopper won't miss a nigga
(Hold on, hold on)
Chopper won't miss a nigga
(Chopper won't miss a nigga)
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred round drum killin' everybody (yeah)
Hundred round drum killin' everybody
(Red dot) chopper won't miss a nigga

Always runnin' with my gun
Young nigga shoot for fun
Put some money on your head
I serve your ass for ten
I got ice to match the ice
Ice to match the 'fit
I got bitches on top of bitches, ayy
And all my bitches tens
I still don't dance, no Milly Rock (Rock)
Just hide it in my sock (Sock)
I got bitches in the lot (Lot)
Pourin' up the pop (Pop, yeah)
Straight savage, slatt
Hold on, hold on, hold on, woo

Chopper won't miss a nigga
(Chopper won't miss a nigga)
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Grrah, grrah)
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred round drum killin' everybody (yeah)
Hundred round drum killin' everybody
(Red dot)
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Grrah, Jeffery)

Thirty round drum in the jean jacket
(Thirty round drum in the jacket)
None of my jeans come in baggy
I never go for a chain snatch
(I never go for a chain snatch)
I been hit that, that's the same, jack
(Hah, yeah, hold on, yeah)
Three-twenty on the dash (Skrrt, hold on)
A Bentley truck is my G Wagen
(Huh, huh, yeah)
Me and the dawgs smokin' nothin' but nasty
(Dawg)
Fuck the law and whoever askin' (yeah, yeah)
Cheated on my bitch with a bitch
So you know she was lit (yeah)
Cheated on my bitch with a
Bitch with bigger titties (yeah)
'Bout to cheat on my bitch
With a motherfuckin' midget (yeah)
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city
(Go hard in every city)
Every one of the dawgs got
Some hoes in every city (Hoes in every city)
Every one of these hoes 'round this
Bitch say that we litty (We litty)
Ran over the law if I tell 'em, "Ayy
Let's get it" (Let's get it)
Platinum Wraith, let's get it (Skrrt)
Diamonds in the face, let's get it
I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat
Ayy


Chopper won't miss a nigga
(Chopper won't miss a nigga)
Chopper won't miss a nigga
(Chopper won't miss a nigga)
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred round drum killin' everybody (yeah)
Hundred round drum killin' everybody
(Red dot) chopper won't miss a nigga

Pew pew pew pew, pew pew, pew pew
Pew pew pew pew, pew pew, pew pew
Pew pew pew pew, pew pew, pew pew
Pew pew pew pew, pew pew, pew pew pew

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