YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Chopper City lyrics

(Mommy, India got them beats)
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

Draco thirty hit me, it got a fifty named Top
(Mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah
(Mm-mm)

Look here, felon walk in with that felony
Gang files, that's cold case
We gon' kill a bitch, that been reppin’ shit
I say put the bitch up in rotation
Four stamps, that's four faces
Gas bag, that's border bases
Russian K, that's Canada property
We gon' make the drop where it go the safest
Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it
They be that bitch nigga that's hating
Distributing, call it penetrating
Take off your mind
Clеar up what you thinking
Dirty money stashing, call it banking
Murder for position, call it ranking
Cold killer stеppers 'round me nameless
Dog kennel, NBA, ain't no taming
Sippin' drank, need it by the case
Bodies smoked by the block if it's hard
Catch you slipping
Slang that stick at the yard
Behind this business, we be taking it far
Deal 'em out, we be dishing our cards
Bad bitch hit the road with that boy
Got it out front row with that stick
Bang out toe to toe with that rod
Rich nigga, Helter Skelter shit
Mugged up while the bezel glist
Doped up, need another fix
I don't know where the fuck his mind went
Big bank, get your head popped
Bitch, you know how that time spent
Riding 'round at that devil risk
All night tryna slime shit

Draco thirty hit me, it got a fifty named Top
(Mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah
(Mm-mm)

Clip full, driving fast
Tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm)
Bitch nigga steady tryna short stop
It's a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain
(Mm-mm)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
The one can take a two
That's what my cousin Meechy say
But we could pull about
Five, I'm talking five
That's just by either way
Five million for my album
That's an easy bank
70 thousand for that bezel, shit
What my nigga Jay beezy say? Nigga, cop that
Two hundred for my chain
Them niggas gon' watch that
Told my youngin when he get that
'Vette them hoes gon' jock that
Nigga, you a hot mess
Lotta thousands laid on my chest
I'm talking no vest
Public housing, we where the smoke at
I gotta pour dat' talking millions
I had that Maybach 'fore I was four in
Get that drank just for the relax
A nigga gotta pour a four in
One watch, that's three bands
Rob the jeweler, still calling
Crank the window, nothing but clouds in
Bullets burn, give you a raw tan

Draco thirty hit me, it got a fifty named Top
(Mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah
(Mm-mm)

(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Clip full, driving fast
Tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm)
(Mommy, India got them beats)
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop
It's a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain
(Mm-mm)