[Intro: ChoppaBoy RayRay]
Yeah
This that Ghetto Choppa music
Chops, chops
Chops
[Verse 1: ChoppaBoy RayRay]
Hit that nigga up top, watch his body fall in line
Every time we beef with niggas, they get murdered every time
Fully-automatic pistols, I'm protectin' me and mines
Hot boys, but we workin', what you need? Stand in line
In that cell doin' time, caught me with a weapon
Came home bumpin' twin like that shit never happened
Drop your mans, you runnin' 'round like that shit never happened
Sneak dissin' in your songs, you a bitch nigga rappin'
Pull up on you, start clappin', sound just like an audience
Put killers on your roof like some Christmas ornaments
Start eliminatin' niggas like we in a tournament
Got it with my niggas, same ones that I'ma burn it with
Bitch, you know who turn it is, bitch, we run the city
Heard them niggas talkin' bad, tell Rio go and get him
Niggas always talkin' choppers, but they know we got plenty
Choppa Boyz, Ghetto Boyz, bitch we run the city
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah, shit, my kit 'bout a hundred-fifty
Ray seen me runnin' from the hook, he took off runnin' with me
I just sold dog a cut eight, got his stomach busy
You know I'm used to spinnin' hoes, have a woman dizzy
Ain't no one-on-ones, I swing, Mike punchin' with me
The way I drink lean, they like, "He must have another kidney"
I hope a nigga don't think I'm goin' easy, he comin' with me
Dog shit, twenty racks in dubs and a bunch of fifties
I just poured a four of Wock' in a Pathwater
Me and Skub shot up dog black Charger out a Pathfinder
Chased him on feet for two miles, had my ass tired
Potato on the .357, got the strap quiet
Bro just turned pints of Wock' to twenty, he a scientist
Just know the drank comin' from the pharm' if I'm buyin' it
Her baby daddy walked in on us fuckin', damn near died with her
He acted like he was goin' to get his strap, I went outside with him
Yeah
This that Ghetto Choppa music
Chops, chops
Chops
[Verse 1: ChoppaBoy RayRay]
Hit that nigga up top, watch his body fall in line
Every time we beef with niggas, they get murdered every time
Fully-automatic pistols, I'm protectin' me and mines
Hot boys, but we workin', what you need? Stand in line
In that cell doin' time, caught me with a weapon
Came home bumpin' twin like that shit never happened
Drop your mans, you runnin' 'round like that shit never happened
Sneak dissin' in your songs, you a bitch nigga rappin'
Pull up on you, start clappin', sound just like an audience
Put killers on your roof like some Christmas ornaments
Start eliminatin' niggas like we in a tournament
Got it with my niggas, same ones that I'ma burn it with
Bitch, you know who turn it is, bitch, we run the city
Heard them niggas talkin' bad, tell Rio go and get him
Niggas always talkin' choppers, but they know we got plenty
Choppa Boyz, Ghetto Boyz, bitch we run the city
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah, shit, my kit 'bout a hundred-fifty
Ray seen me runnin' from the hook, he took off runnin' with me
I just sold dog a cut eight, got his stomach busy
You know I'm used to spinnin' hoes, have a woman dizzy
Ain't no one-on-ones, I swing, Mike punchin' with me
The way I drink lean, they like, "He must have another kidney"
I hope a nigga don't think I'm goin' easy, he comin' with me
Dog shit, twenty racks in dubs and a bunch of fifties
I just poured a four of Wock' in a Pathwater
Me and Skub shot up dog black Charger out a Pathfinder
Chased him on feet for two miles, had my ass tired
Potato on the .357, got the strap quiet
Bro just turned pints of Wock' to twenty, he a scientist
Just know the drank comin' from the pharm' if I'm buyin' it
Her baby daddy walked in on us fuckin', damn near died with her
He acted like he was goin' to get his strap, I went outside with him
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