Choppa On The Couch Young Dolph (Ft. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Young Dolph]
Mwah, Guwop
His and hers
Rollies, Benzes, Bugatties (Real nigga shit, Paper Route)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Young Dolph]
Why you leave the house?
Say every time I leave she get nightmares
When she wake up I'll be right there
I said Gucci thugged out
And even if I could I couldn't fight fair
Baby, would you please wait the night there?
That's a choppa on the couch (Uh-huh)
That's a choppa on the couch (Yup, yup, yup, yup)
That's a choppa on the couch (Yup, yup, yup, yup)
That's a choppa on the couch (Yup, yup, yup, yup)
That's a choppa on the couch (It's Dolph)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Choppa on the couch, Glock in my pants (Yeah)
That drop I just jumped out a hundred and fifty bands (Hey, hey)
Rollie round my wrist, Cuban 'round my neck (Woo)
After I flip this pay might go out and cop my bitch a fat (Skrrt)
My bitch told me she keep on having bad dreams (Goddamn)
That some niggas murk me while I'm in the streets working (Shit)
I told lil' momma you too motherfuckin' paranoid (For real)
I'm right here smoking weed when you wake up every morning (Haha)
She fell asleep at 10:00 PM
And I dipped out the house (Asleep)
Then pulled back up at the house
With an extra thirty thousand
Walked in the bedroom
Put my gun down, and sat on the bed (Yup)
She rolled over, looked at me, and said