[Intro: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
Shh
Ayy, ayy, bitch
Big Whop
Still got seven shots, ayy, Whop with that Glock
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
On my brother, I go brazy for the gang (Gang, gang)
KuKu, know we quick to shoot, we'll bust your brains
I lost X and I was in that 'Raq the fuckin' same day
You lose your dawg, you in the studio, that ain't gettin' back that pain
What you finna do 'bout Mitch, (Shh), drop a chain?
I still pop out in the city 'cause I ain't worried 'bout a thing
Fuck nigga, don't call me twin, bitch, we not the same
I checked your resume, boy, and you ain't shot a thing

[Verse 1: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
I just got a rental, you know that we spinnin' in this bitch (Skrt)
I don't slide with new niggas, it's straight killers in this bitch (Bitch)
Somebody pick Dre up, in think he need a med kit
New opp pack, this gas or what? You know that the whole gang smokin' Mitch (Mitchy)
For lil' bro, we smokin' Whodie, I hope he don't crash the whip (Skrt)
Say she ain't a ho, baby say that she just strip
She dance on that pole like the dance on that dick (Damn)
I'm drinkin' on Patrón, baby say she want a sip (Ooh)
I ain't gon' bap, I came in here to fuck, I ain't tryna tip (Ooh)
I ain't gon' bap, if you that head fire, might get a wig (Ooh)
Niggas just rappers, gangnem don't really drill shit (Brr)
Sent that nigga to the graveyard, I put that on my kids (Gang)
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