CHOPPAH LICKA THOT Sickboyrari

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[Intro]
Uh, funds though
(I'm talking like, robbing and shopping)
Funds though
(Like, robbing ya hoe, robbing other thots)
Choppah licka thot, she don't want to run up
(Gimme all yo jewelry bitch, I need the clothes nigga)

[Chorus]
Funds up, guns up
Choppah licka thot, she don't want to run up
Funds up, throw the guns up
Choppah licka thot, she don't want to run up

[Verse]
Funds low, golds real though
Real goth nigga smoking on some healthy dro
New clothes, old hoes
Flip phone Motorola same color gold (Same color gold)
Whatchu know? Shit, nigga, you don't know
Princess Gucci stylin' like my last hoe (Like my last hoe)
Drop her off (Drop her off), hit the 1's up (1's up)
Iced out Uzi, needa' get the funds up (The funds up)
Techs up (Techs up), next up (next up)
Stylish when I hit the spot, these niggas know what's up
Mid treats, infinite steez (Infinite steez)
Goths overzealous, icy like a wind breeze

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