Lyrics to Choppa
Choppa get to speedin' new cellphone dead
Choppa get to speedin' and hit your forehead
Redhead textin' but I left her on read
Cross Promethezine percs, I got my own meds
The nigga's goin' die the way he made his own bed
911 Porsh Turbo, I'm goin' fed
I'm countin' blue bommas, yeah bitch gon' sad
Callin' up, pullin' up like a white sled
Young black nigga rich, I'm not a white man
My watch dacin' lookin' like a high man
We ridin' 'round with macs, we don't do no typin'
And I'm quick to shoot you, I won't do no fightin'
Shootin' for yo head, ain't no survivin'
Perc got me feelin' like I'm off a viking
Diamonds lookin' like I been struck by a ligthing
I just fall off jetskiing when I'm about to trap again
Bitch said I broke her heart, said she finna cry again
And I'm gettin' high again
Car so loud, fireman
Tryna kick me out my higher man
Lil pro types we ain't fightin' around
Choppa get to speedin' new cellphone dead
Choppa get to speedin' and hit your forehead
Redhead textin' but I left her on read
Cross Promethezine percs, I got my own meds
The nigga's goin' die the way he made his own bed
911 Porsh Turbo, I'm goin' fed
I'm countin' blue bommas, yeah bitch gon' sad
Callin' up, pullin' up like a white sled
Choppa get to speedin' and hit your forehead
Redhead textin' but I left her on read
Cross Promethezine percs, I got my own meds
The nigga's goin' die the way he made his own bed
911 Porsh Turbo, I'm goin' fed
I'm countin' blue bommas, yeah bitch gon' sad
Callin' up, pullin' up like a white sled
Young black nigga rich, I'm not a white man
My watch dacin' lookin' like a high man
We ridin' 'round with macs, we don't do no typin'
And I'm quick to shoot you, I won't do no fightin'
Shootin' for yo head, ain't no survivin'
Perc got me feelin' like I'm off a viking
Diamonds lookin' like I been struck by a ligthing
I just fall off jetskiing when I'm about to trap again
Bitch said I broke her heart, said she finna cry again
And I'm gettin' high again
Car so loud, fireman
Tryna kick me out my higher man
Lil pro types we ain't fightin' around
Choppa get to speedin' new cellphone dead
Choppa get to speedin' and hit your forehead
Redhead textin' but I left her on read
Cross Promethezine percs, I got my own meds
The nigga's goin' die the way he made his own bed
911 Porsh Turbo, I'm goin' fed
I'm countin' blue bommas, yeah bitch gon' sad
Callin' up, pullin' up like a white sled