[Intro: ChoppaBoy RayRay]
(David Wesson)
Chops, chops
Chop
Chop
Chops, chops
Fuck goin' on, man
(You recordin', Smerf?)
Chops, chops
Let me talk my shit
Yeah

[Verse 1: ChoppaBoy RayRay]
Big Choppa, big pistols, we drop big bodies
Gang only, I don't know you, you can't get by me
Hundred on me, Glock 40 and a stick by me
So if them people ever get me, it was a hit probably
Nigga, wait, I make murder music
Load your chopper, catch your slide, you can murder to it
Whole city know I'm 'bout it, I ain't gotta prove it
Caught an opp lackin', upped that strap, then I got to shootin'
Bitch, wait, oh, you a dead man
Chopper bullets make your Charger do a handstand
We got drums like a band, I'm a bandman
Shoot a nigga dead in his shit for tryna grandstand
Nigga, pussy, these niggas overrated
Time to takе the city over, I been too impatient
Smokеd a nigga in his prime, they gon' say we hated
Dropped a nigga, free to talk about it, somethin' like the greatest
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