Joey Fatts - Choppa lyrics
rate mefeat. A$AP Rocky & Danny Brown
Cocky and conceited, I got a bunch of reasons
Refused to be mistreated, I'd be damned if I repeat it
I'd be that pretty Flacko, I tell her go retrieve it
I ask her for her number, I fuck her, then delete it
Chilling in my drop
Nigga beating down your block
Shaking off the booty
Then I leave it like my top
Bitch up on my cock
Got my hand up on my Glock
Money in my sock
Nigga give me what you got
You could call me Mr. Retail
PL for my females
Bitches suck me down low
You niggas on the DL
I interrupt your shit quick, yeah, I'm on my Ezel
Dump 'em by the ocean you can find 'em with the seashells
Rollin', rollin', rollin', I ain't talking 'bout no girls
Party’s going on, gonna tell ‘em about no words
Getting all this money, give a fuck 'bout how you feel
Getting all this money probably got a lot of girls
Choppa, choppa hundred shots
Mackin’ pictures off your wall
All these hoes on my balls
Like gimme what you got
Straight drop in a pot
Nigga what’s going what’s
And the clock nonstop like gimme what you got
Like gimme what you got, what you got
Gimme what you got, gimme what you got
What you got, gimme what you got
Gimme what you got, what you got
Gimme what you got, gimme what you got
What you got, gimme what you got
Strapped up and weeded
Beef and I got my reasons we creeping
Better pray that you bless when the snub sneezing
My bitches love eating so that’s threesomes when we meeting
Your bitch cheating, wait till you leaving, she swallow semen
I'm probably the realest breathing under 25
I'm the finest 2Pac Shakur if he didn't die
From this hour ham is hereditary
Michael big with clips, pull off the hip and send bullets to your secondary
Run a field like Barry, living legendary
Foreign cars very sticky dicking business secretaries
Hoes give me they heart like it’s the 14th of February
Played off from the start, I'm just fucking legal for you to marry
It’s too much money in the world to worry about a bitch
Unless she working the strip, making my pockets flip
My kind of bitch, mash up quick and slide off in the Jeep
I haven't trusted a bitch since TLC
Choppa, choppa hundred shots
Mackin’ pictures off your wall
All these hoes on my balls
Like gimme what you got
Straight drop in a pot
Nigga what’s going what’s
And the clock nonstop like gimme what you got
Like gimme what you got, what you got
