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Choppa Video (MV)




Performed By: Eazy
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Kwame Barrett




Eazy - Choppa Lyrics
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Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special
(Who want war)
All them guns on the gram ain't impressive
(F*ck wit me)
Them lil ass bippies
But I got a choppa
Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special all them guns on the gram ain't impressive
You hiding we stretch ya man send a message
(I'll stretch ya man)
I hate bitch niggas I'm socially distant
Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special
All dem guns gram ain't impressive
Ride wit my niggas they down for whatever
You hiding we stretching ya man send da message
I love my shooters ain't none of em missing
I hate bitch niggas I'm socially distant
Niggas was sleep now I got they attention
Run it up I got my mind on the digits
Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special
All dem guns gram ain't impressive
Ride wit my niggas they down for whatever
You hiding we stretching ya man send da message
I love my shooters ain't none of em missing
I hate bitch niggas I'm socially distant
Niggas was sleep now I got they attention
Run it up I got my mind on the digits
Run it up I see a bag ima get it
By any means give me a pack ima flip it
Do u like tissue that choppa start ripping
Get ya stripped out ya clothes nigga thought he was drippin
Got a drum on it f*ck ya lil pistol
100 rounds I won't stress if I miss you
Niggas ain't never been no competition
Straight to hole I ain't even gotta dribble
Ain't duckin no action I'm straight at ya face
That lil 38 I'm come strapped with a K
Niggas don't listen corona and shit man I'm blowing this bitch you ain't 6 feet away
Better come ready you coming to get me
Got muscles I'm upping this bitch but it's heavy
Down for my niggas they ride like a Chevy
Live by the motto ain't nobody telling
I let a hoe get my heart I regret it
Jumped off the porch going hard I'm respected
Come to my hood then we taking you off
Niggas ain't ready to die bout a necklace
Guns on the gram got the feds on ya ass
Ain't squashing no beef till you niggas in caskets
AR too big it ain't nowhere to stash it
Hairpin my trigger all I gotta do is tap it
Beef ain't no beef till a nigga get dusted
Fast and the furious how niggas clutching
Fuss wit my bitch got me throwing back shots
But no words for a nigga I whip it and buss it
Beef ain't no beef till a nigga get dusted
Fast and the furious how niggas clutching
Fuss wit my bitch got me throwing back shots
But no words for a nigga I whip it and buss it
Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special
All dem guns gram ain't impressive
Ride wit my niggas they down for whatever
You hiding we stretching ya man send da message
I love my shooters ain't none of em missing
I hate bitch niggas I'm socially distant
Niggas was sleep now I got they attention
Run it up I got my mind on the digits
Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special
All dem guns gram ain't impressive
Ride wit my niggas they down for whatever
You hiding we stretching ya man send da message
I love my shooters ain't none of em missing
I hate bitch niggas I'm socially distant
Niggas was sleep now I got they attention
Run it up I got my mind on the digits
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Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special
(Who want war)
All them guns on the gram ain't impressive
(F*ck wit me)
Them lil ass bippies
But I got a choppa
Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special all them guns on the gram ain't impressive
You hiding we stretch ya man send a message
(I'll stretch ya man)
I hate bitch niggas I'm socially distant
Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special
All dem guns gram ain't impressive
Ride wit my niggas they down for whatever
You hiding we stretching ya man send da message
I love my shooters ain't none of em missing
I hate bitch niggas I'm socially distant
Niggas was sleep now I got they attention
Run it up I got my mind on the digits
Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special
All dem guns gram ain't impressive
Ride wit my niggas they down for whatever
You hiding we stretching ya man send da message
I love my shooters ain't none of em missing
I hate bitch niggas I'm socially distant
Niggas was sleep now I got they attention
Run it up I got my mind on the digits
Run it up I see a bag ima get it
By any means give me a pack ima flip it
Do u like tissue that choppa start ripping
Get ya stripped out ya clothes nigga thought he was drippin
Got a drum on it f*ck ya lil pistol
100 rounds I won't stress if I miss you
Niggas ain't never been no competition
Straight to hole I ain't even gotta dribble
Ain't duckin no action I'm straight at ya face
That lil 38 I'm come strapped with a K
Niggas don't listen corona and shit man I'm blowing this bitch you ain't 6 feet away
Better come ready you coming to get me
Got muscles I'm upping this bitch but it's heavy
Down for my niggas they ride like a Chevy
Live by the motto ain't nobody telling
I let a hoe get my heart I regret it
Jumped off the porch going hard I'm respected
Come to my hood then we taking you off
Niggas ain't ready to die bout a necklace
Guns on the gram got the feds on ya ass
Ain't squashing no beef till you niggas in caskets
AR too big it ain't nowhere to stash it
Hairpin my trigger all I gotta do is tap it
Beef ain't no beef till a nigga get dusted
Fast and the furious how niggas clutching
Fuss wit my bitch got me throwing back shots
But no words for a nigga I whip it and buss it
Beef ain't no beef till a nigga get dusted
Fast and the furious how niggas clutching
Fuss wit my bitch got me throwing back shots
But no words for a nigga I whip it and buss it
Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special
All dem guns gram ain't impressive
Ride wit my niggas they down for whatever
You hiding we stretching ya man send da message
I love my shooters ain't none of em missing
I hate bitch niggas I'm socially distant
Niggas was sleep now I got they attention
Run it up I got my mind on the digits
Choppa chop f*ck a 38 special
All dem guns gram ain't impressive
Ride wit my niggas they down for whatever
You hiding we stretching ya man send da message
I love my shooters ain't none of em missing
I hate bitch niggas I'm socially distant
Niggas was sleep now I got they attention
Run it up I got my mind on the digits
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Writer: Kwame Barrett
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