C.Rowe, Young Stitch - CHOPPA Lyrics

Choppa
I let da ting go raaaa
Better duck when we on the block
He gon run to the cops
Pussy
Choppa
I let da ting go raaaa
Better duck when we on the block
He gon run to the cops
Pussy

Take a bitch down
On both knees
Make a bitch hound
Tell her man to fawad
Let him know I ain't playing around
Let da ting go ahh ahh
Thats a big sound
That's a big gun
Got a big round

Got a big drum
And a bad bitch
With a thick bum
No catfish
Skin like rum
My shordie she looking A1
And I'm on two
So I might dream in cartoons
Like R2
I got no heart
And I might eat all your damn food

Get tha choppa
Stick
I just might let it go
You don't wan let me hold it
Swear I might lose control
Swear I just might
Blah

Choppa
I let da ting go raaaa
Better duck when we on the block
He gon run to the cops
Pussy

Get licked down
Your bitches get picked down
It's a new wave
You get souffléd
In a screwface
It's a sick town

Full of bodmons that don't play right
Y'all are actors that's a playwright
Call for back up
Pull the armour pack up
How we caught him lacking on the same night

Choppa
Choppo
I got the link on the Pablo
Lining them up like Gestapo
Sitting in front of your crib and they watch you
I am not living the gospel
I catch a body like hostel
Bullets are skipping across them
I'm pulling up with the army
The metal like mister roboto

Awful
We heard that you hit up the plug for the package and dipped
Said you was all tied up
Now we tying you up in the back of the whip
Choppa on top on my lap and I'm wrapping a brick
This is spectacular shit
You gon be talking that loud and then ask for a pic
Tell all yo mans you a bitch

Choppa
I let da ting go raaaa
Better duck when we on the block
He gon run to the cops
Pussy
Choppa
I let da ting go raaaa
Better duck when we on the block
He gon run to the cops
Pussy