Choppa Talk Lyrics – Pooh Shiesty & Big 30
Singer: Pooh Shiesty & Big 30
Title: Choppa Talk
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I-I-I-I-I keep a .30 tucked, you know I’m Choppa Gang (I keep a Glizzy)
Better not try me or get bucked cause I got shiesty ways (This sh#t get sticky)
Don’t start no beef with me cause you gon’ end up in the grave (Grave)
I got my heat with me, I think my name Dwayne Wade (Think my name Dwayne)
Just keep it skreet with me, you know the police want my page
These n#gg#s envy me like dude that be with Charlamane
Ayy, R.I.P to Treyday, I got dirty ways (This a dirty K)
And I still put like fifty in this dirty K
Cause I’m slidin’ never hiding’, I promote the violence
Lil’ n#gg# fool with that cannon, n#gg# always wildin’ (Always wildin’)
I be thinkin’ bout the bodies if you catch me smilin’
Nine times outta ten you ain’t gon’ catch me smilin’
Nine times outta ten you gon’ catch a lick
Probably slidin’ in the film with a dirty stick
Or, probably slidin’ in the Benz with a n#gg# b#tch
I used to treat ’em like a brother ’til that n#gg# switch (Until that n#gg# switched)
Don’t call me 30 no more n#gg# you just call me Glock
Cause I’m smokin’ on this Russian, servin’ out that drop
Choppa gang, cleanup crew, team full of mops
Crip and Blood sh#t n#gg#, we comin’ like the cops
Or lil’ denim team Kodak cause they love to bop
They in an out a n#gg# car like the cookie jar
I’m smokin’ cookie out the top, this sh#t the cookie shop
Dope on ya ass, out a foreign, this a tooken car
Watch how I look at yo ass, cause the hot sh#t took it far
I would let that lil sh#t slide but you took it far
I might just gon’ cop that Rollie, f#ck that Audemar
I gotta score your #ss today I might not see tomorrow
We really runnin’ this sh#t, lil Scarface lil double R
I got some pull, you got some pull, let’s have a tug of war
I got some killers, you got some killers, but mine be killin’ more
You shot my n#gg#, we killt ya n#gg#, now we even score
And I don’t do no cappin’ this sh#t is my soul
And I can’t go to sleep unless I got a pole
Say he want all smoke, I got to give his #ss cancer
Them n#gg#s took lil LZ, you know I had to answer
Lil taco #ss been a b#tch, I damn near changed the channel
Thirty six o’s in one lick, them is a lot of ounces
My favorite gun a Glock 30, this is a .45
Shoot his #ss dead in the face, between both eyes
Gotta get him, gotta get them, can’t let em both slide
His momma cry, they momma cried, funeral for both guys
He from the east, he from the north, funeral on both sides
n#gg# play, n#gg# lay his head on his neck like a bowtie
I got some hittaers in the creek, they three seven three five
You want some smoke, let’s roll some dope cause I’ll get ya high
We some young n#gg#s with some guns they like like Jay Jason Nine
On Greshskreet hanging with some bees like hanging from the hive
I pull out, try to follow me that’s like chasin’ some fire
I turn ya white shirt to all red like you fell in some dye
Been bad as hell since I was 3 like dude off Family Guy
Cook ya #ss like dinner, get ya #ss fried
Meet .375, with .377 meet .375 with .377
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