YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Choppa On My Shoulda lyrics

(Mercy Beats, nigga, DrellOnTheTrack)
Yeah big dawg shit, believe that
What, what it is? Bitch

Salute me when you see me nigga
'cause I'm a soldier you ain't recognize
You ain't notice how I tote
That choppa on my shoulder?
I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G
Know he supposed to so cutthroat
You would think that they brought
Slim back from Magnolia

I'm a convicted felon bearin' illegal
Guns without no holster
I'ma catch you, feelin' badly
Ain't even wanna slump you over
I got a gangster bitch, I'm a gangster nigga
She know how to hold me
I'll stick the dice game
That my friend attend
Then tell 'еm one of them niggas owes mе
Know this ho just tryna play me close 'cause
I know this and I know for surely
Tryna get me at a pinpoint
You was gonna let 'em rollercoast me
I ain't far from 'round
I brought my boy straight out the Nola
I got brown drippin' from my nose
Don't think once 'fore to bash me
You don't know me, bitch (yeah)

This for them gangsters and them bangers
Locked down in the feds
This for them fives, down to get dangerous
Bust that nigga head
Ooh, this for old school who'll whoop one of
You dumb niggas for thinkin' that you (yeah)

Look, I got my Llama, nigga
I want all the problems (Woah, woah)
Tell my lil' brother
"Keep them choppers from up
Out my mama house"
Bitch, tell ya mammy watch her mouth
I make my cousin walk her down
That's corn, and fast and sweet pea
And I got some straight up out the South
Be on gangster shit
From my family tree just look it down
This for my Uncle Eddie
Real stick-up artist, ain't make it home
I don't want that bitch, she salt me down
Strung out on dope, ho, leave me 'lone
I'm fresh as fuck, that ain't enough
She still bought them niggas songs
That's why my baby still show love
Dirty bitch I held you down
I catch your BD at the club and
I might knock his ass down
Bitch, I'm a thug
Now move yo' cappin' ass around
Got plenty rounds, I'm in this
Bitch with all my rounds, yeah

This for them gangsters and them bangers
Locked down in the feds
This for them fives, down to get dangerous
Bust that nigga head
Ooh, this for old school who'll whoop one of
You dumb niggas for thinkin' that you (yeah)

You best call the feds
Ain't no sense to hold your head
These bullets rippin' through yo' hand
And we pull off once you dead
I'm with them murder babies, they on it crazy
They know that I'm paid
I'm talkin' concentrated, I'm medicated
So, everything be red
I let them shooters get 'em
They too official
I'll make sure that they fed
You keep that secret, so you
Takin' care your ass, i respect that
Bitch, we'll tell 'em move you from
Yo' dads with yo' dog ass
Tell that pussy bitch, "Don't run with 10
" get on y'all ass

Salute me when you see me nigga
'cause I'm a soldier you ain't recognize
You ain't notice how I tote
That choppa on my shoulder?
I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G
Know he supposed to so cutthroat
You would think that they brought
Slim back from Magnolia