Ayy, see the Johnny's do the dash Bro the Johnny's on my ass, off the block duckin
From crash Trying to score to get a bag
Grab the switch this nigga fast, bro he be runnin' from the mag
Let me catch him out in public, I'ma leave him with a tag
On his head, pussy nigga pop it' on the gram Bitch we leave him dead
EL choppo with these bowls, I'm out of state, we goin' fed emergency
Bitch we just parked him up in the red I gotta chop big like Shaq, it'll leave you
Special ed
I got a chop with extensions, yeah, it go straight through niggas' heads
With all my niggas, in them foreigners, yeah, we chasin' all that bread
I gotta watch who I'm around, cause all these niggas, they pretend
FNN, yeah, it's kinda crazy, gon' leave a nigga wrecked
Ayy, chop a nigga up, heh
Bullets rip a nigga up, gang
Feel like I'm Giannis with these bucks
And you can ask the jeweler, bitch, this pendant made it's 1of1
Doin' donuts and them AMGs, lil' bitch, we havin' fun
Nigga flexin' with his pipe, I finna shake him for his gun
JV gon' shake some
Heard they was tuggin' on that gram, real life, they ain't spray none
FNN, yeah, it's kinda hot, it's gon' make a nigga run
It's 12-10 in the Benz, give him ten, but not Ben
The Glock came with a beam, we stripped him and his kin
You better ask about the gang, we sticked up and split wigs
We high as f*ck, poed up, we mixing' wocky with the tris
We high as f*ck, we smoke Exotics, got these badges in my pocket
It was me and Fatbeezy with all, my youngins toting rockets
We sippin' lean, we sippin' drank, yeah his bitch, I can take
Niggas, they be claimin' all that money, but it's fake
Ayy, chop a nigga up, heh
Bullets rip a nigga up, gang
Feel like I'm Giannis with these Bucks
And you can ask the jeweler, bitch, this pendant made
It's 1of1 , doing' donuts in them AMGs
Lil' bitch, we havin' fun, nigga flexin' with his pipe
I finna shake him for his gun, JV gon' shake somethin
Heard they was talkin' on that gram, in real life, they ain't spray none
FNN, yeah, it's kinda hot, it's gon' make a nigga run
Fatbeezy - Chop A Nigga Up (feat. Jv Getabag) Lyrics
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Ayy, see the Johnny's do the dash Bro the Johnny's on my ass, off the block duckin
From crash Trying to score to get a bag
Grab the switch this nigga fast, bro he be runnin' from the mag
Let me catch him out in public, I'ma leave him with a tag
On his head, pussy nigga pop it' on the gram Bitch we leave him dead
EL choppo with these bowls, I'm out of state, we goin' fed emergency
Bitch we just parked him up in the red I gotta chop big like Shaq, it'll leave you
Special ed
I got a chop with extensions, yeah, it go straight through niggas' heads
With all my niggas, in them foreigners, yeah, we chasin' all that bread
I gotta watch who I'm around, cause all these niggas, they pretend
FNN, yeah, it's kinda crazy, gon' leave a nigga wrecked
Ayy, chop a nigga up, heh
Bullets rip a nigga up, gang
Feel like I'm Giannis with these bucks
And you can ask the jeweler, bitch, this pendant made it's 1of1
Doin' donuts and them AMGs, lil' bitch, we havin' fun
Nigga flexin' with his pipe, I finna shake him for his gun
JV gon' shake some
Heard they was tuggin' on that gram, real life, they ain't spray none
FNN, yeah, it's kinda hot, it's gon' make a nigga run
It's 12-10 in the Benz, give him ten, but not Ben
The Glock came with a beam, we stripped him and his kin
You better ask about the gang, we sticked up and split wigs
We high as f*ck, poed up, we mixing' wocky with the tris
We high as f*ck, we smoke Exotics, got these badges in my pocket
It was me and Fatbeezy with all, my youngins toting rockets
We sippin' lean, we sippin' drank, yeah his bitch, I can take
Niggas, they be claimin' all that money, but it's fake
Ayy, chop a nigga up, heh
Bullets rip a nigga up, gang
Feel like I'm Giannis with these Bucks
And you can ask the jeweler, bitch, this pendant made
It's 1of1 , doing' donuts in them AMGs
Lil' bitch, we havin' fun, nigga flexin' with his pipe
I finna shake him for his gun, JV gon' shake somethin
Heard they was talkin' on that gram, in real life, they ain't spray none
FNN, yeah, it's kinda hot, it's gon' make a nigga run
From crash Trying to score to get a bag
Grab the switch this nigga fast, bro he be runnin' from the mag
Let me catch him out in public, I'ma leave him with a tag
On his head, pussy nigga pop it' on the gram Bitch we leave him dead
EL choppo with these bowls, I'm out of state, we goin' fed emergency
Bitch we just parked him up in the red I gotta chop big like Shaq, it'll leave you
Special ed
I got a chop with extensions, yeah, it go straight through niggas' heads
With all my niggas, in them foreigners, yeah, we chasin' all that bread
I gotta watch who I'm around, cause all these niggas, they pretend
FNN, yeah, it's kinda crazy, gon' leave a nigga wrecked
Ayy, chop a nigga up, heh
Bullets rip a nigga up, gang
Feel like I'm Giannis with these bucks
And you can ask the jeweler, bitch, this pendant made it's 1of1
Doin' donuts and them AMGs, lil' bitch, we havin' fun
Nigga flexin' with his pipe, I finna shake him for his gun
JV gon' shake some
Heard they was tuggin' on that gram, real life, they ain't spray none
FNN, yeah, it's kinda hot, it's gon' make a nigga run
It's 12-10 in the Benz, give him ten, but not Ben
The Glock came with a beam, we stripped him and his kin
You better ask about the gang, we sticked up and split wigs
We high as f*ck, poed up, we mixing' wocky with the tris
We high as f*ck, we smoke Exotics, got these badges in my pocket
It was me and Fatbeezy with all, my youngins toting rockets
We sippin' lean, we sippin' drank, yeah his bitch, I can take
Niggas, they be claimin' all that money, but it's fake
Ayy, chop a nigga up, heh
Bullets rip a nigga up, gang
Feel like I'm Giannis with these Bucks
And you can ask the jeweler, bitch, this pendant made
It's 1of1 , doing' donuts in them AMGs
Lil' bitch, we havin' fun, nigga flexin' with his pipe
I finna shake him for his gun, JV gon' shake somethin
Heard they was talkin' on that gram, in real life, they ain't spray none
FNN, yeah, it's kinda hot, it's gon' make a nigga run
Writer: Nasir King
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