Pooh Shiesty, Big 30 - Choppa Talk lyrics
Pooh Shiesty [Lontrell Williams] Memphis, Tennessee.U.S.
[Pooh Shiesty, Big 30 - Choppa Talk lyrics]
I I I I I keep a .30 tucked
You know I'm Choppa Gang
(I keep a Glizzy)
Better not try me or get bucked
Cause I got shiesty ways
(This shit get sticky)
Don't start no beef with me cause you
Gon' end up in the grave
(Grave)
I got my heat with me
I think my name Dwayne Wade
(Think my name Dwayne)
Just keep it skreet with me
You know the police want my page
These niggas envy me like dude
That be with Charlamane
Ayy, R.I.P to Treyday, I got dirty ways
(This a dirty K)
And I still put like fifty in this dirty K
Cause I'm slidin' never hiding'
I promote the violence
Lil' nigga fool with that cannon
Nigga always wildin'
(Always wildin')
I be thinkin' bout the bodies
If you catch me smilin'
Nine times outta ten you ain't
Gon' catch me smilin'
Nine times outta ten you gon' catch a lick
Probably slidin' in the film
With a dirty stick
Or, probably slidin' in the Benz
With a nigga bitch
I used to treat 'em like a
Brother 'til that nigga switch
(Until that nigga switched)
Don't call me 30 no more nigga
You just call me Glock
Cause I'm smokin' on this Russian
Servin' out that drop
Choppa gang, cleanup crew, team full of mops
Crip and Blood shit nigga
We comin' like the cops
Or lil' denim team Kodak cause
They love to bop
They in an out a nigga
Car like the cookie jar
I'm smokin' cookie out the top
This shit the cookie shop
Dope on ya ass, out a foreign
This a tooken car
Watch how I look at yo ass
Cause the hot shit took it far
I would let that lil shit slide
But you took it far
I might just gon' cop that Rollie
Fuck that Audemar
I gotta score your ass today
I might not see tomorrow
We really runnin' this shit
Lil Scarface lil double R
I got some pull, you got some pull
Let's have a tug of war
I got some killers, you got some killers
But mine be killin' more
You shot my nigga, we killt ya nigga
Now we even score
And I don't do no cappin'
This shit is my soul
And I can't go to sleep unless I got a pole
Say he want all smoke
I got to give his ass cancer
Them niggas took lil LZ
You know I had to answer
Lil taco ass been a bitch
I damn near changed the channel
Thirty six o's in one lick
Them is a lot of ounces
My favorite gun a Glock 30, this is a .45
Shoot his ass dead in the face
Between both eyes
Gotta get him, gotta get them
Can't let em both slide
His momma cry, they momma cried
Funeral for both guys
He from the east, he from the north
Funeral on both sides
Nigga play
Nigga lay his head on his neck like a bowtie
I got some hittaers in the creek
They three seven three five
You want some smoke
Let's roll some dope cause I'll get ya high
We some young niggas with some guns
They like like Jay Jason Nine
On Greshskreet hanging with some bees
Like hanging from the hive
I pull out
Try to follow me that's
Like chasin' some fire
I turn ya white shirt to all red
Like you fell in some dye
Been bad as hell since I was
3 like dude off Family Guy
Cook ya ass like dinner, get ya ass fried
Meet .375, with .377 meet .375 with .377