TTS Tana, TG Crippy, Kenzo Balla - Choppy Shop lyrics

Oh my God, damn you could ask what you want
When you want, nigga, i ain't never ran
Mention my name, then you must be a fan
Big Tana pop out when I shoot with both hands
Shoot this shit 'til it jam
Never forget them boys in a can
Trust me a mil', breaked out, got a plan
Them boys in the box when
We said shit wit' Zan'
I'm on timing, see the Gz, I squeeze
Yeah, I'm Crip, but I want you to bleed
Lil sen, she on knees
She's a roster, and she don't wanna leave
I just gave backshots and a lil' bit of weed
Glock tucked when the opps proceed
Sip mud, yeah, I drink codeine
New toys at the Choppy Shop
Test it out on a opp he dropped
Give a fuck about the cops, we hot
Somebody gon' die if I bend that block
See the rage in my eyes, can't stop
I'm shootin' at shoulders, bitch
Why you a thot?
I ain't dollars, I keep me a knock
And that's word to Neezy, I'm lettin' it rot
Tragic, movin' with 3's just imagine
I catch me a killer, just give him a casket
Snake niggas always movin' so fag shit
Clip to his face and I call him a bastard
Blood splatter is part of the fashion
Boomin' like Boomer
Ain't no getting past him
We fiendin' to pop him like asprin
Suck my dick, nigga, I'm movin', who askin'?
What y'all did? Got me feelin' like Crippy
Now all y'all niggas fuckin' kids
What it is? And I'm movin' wit' a Nina
And I'm the type to come to cribs
That's the feds
I remember when Neezy had handles
Split a nigga wig that was sick
And you know I'm big 90K
That shit's to my dick

Better move when we step in the spot
'Cause if you don't move
Somebody getting shot
I could only put trust in my knocks
Oh, they dissin'? We spinnin' that block
I just put extensions on the Glock
Outside buggin', clutchin' on the chop
Better stop, with the rappin' and cappin'
Before we spin and make it hot
Bend the Hav, I'm lookin' for the Gz
I'm with Meechi', you know that's the sleez'
Sha Gz came home on his knees
If I catch the lil' dirty nigga, I'ma squeeze
Hollow tips eat him up, he can't breathe
Spin wit' my ooters, flockin' out the scene
He tried to run, so I backed out the beam
Tried to run, he got hit in his beanie
Makin' movies like we on the TV
Always ballin' on court like a PG
I'ma flock it, then pass it to TG
He gon' flock it, then pass it to Keemy
Flockin' and buggin', we make it look easy
Bro was talking too much and I'm TP
Cause they know when we spin, it get greasy
Sending shots at the O's and Gzzly's
16 in the chop for them OY niggas
All them lil' niggas know the vibes
Niggas dissin' like they really
Ooters in songs
But them niggas don't never slide
When we go through that block
They be terrified
That's about the MB niggas from the 5
Yus Gz got hit and he should've died
Everytime we spin, we leave em' traumatized
DOA, EBK, hop out
Leavin' niggas on they face
You tried to run, so I picked up the pace
Beams on the chop when
I'm spinnin' wit' Chase
Off the Mexi and Rah, I be laced
Smokin' the Dummy and Dubs to the face
45 and it's tucked to my waist
If niggas move wock, then I'm catchin' a case
Yo, Tay Breesh, suck my dick
If I catch you lackin'
Then I bet you get hit
He gon' be like Lotti in a spliff
Hop out, catch a body on they strip
Last opp tried to run, but he tripped
These niggas pussy, they ain't never do shit
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Big knock and this shit got a kick
When I flock it, I ain't tryna' miss (Ah)

Who that? Like, what?
This nigga that said he was 8th to the Gates?
We gon' boom, don't wait
That lil' bitch lined up for the gang
Labels is hittin' my line every day
I could get out the hood any day
DOA, be the gang, bitch
We really be dumpin' on anything
If you ask me, we did everything
5'z on top, we do this for Mezzy B
And these lil' niggas know how I'm rockin'
Keep a knocker, it stay in my pocket
You movin' wocky, nigga, I'ma flock it
So, don't come over here with that opp shit
I'm with Tana, if I pass him the hammer
That nigga goin' bananas
Catch a petey, then fly to Atlanta
Big GDK, we don't fuck with them dancers
Niggas lyin', how you give your mans up?
Bitches on me, 'cause I got my bands up
Don't got a chop
You better get your hands up
After I punch you, I'm beatin' your mans up
'Cause that's how it started
Went from fightin' to lookin' for targets
Like stay heartless
Niggas ain't your mans and a
Bitch gon' leave you regardless no nonsense
Fuck getting locked up
I just rather be home 'cause I'm stompin'
Keep stompin', keep stompin'
Bend through the Well
I'm lookin' for a target
We park shit, we park shit
He could get shot if he on River Park shit