Choppa (Freestyle)

Lil Chris

Walk down with the chopper
Get pints from the doctor
I'm in the trap and the cluckers they knockin
That bitch is your wife but to me she a bopper
I knock the pack out I'm feeling like a boxer
My shooters don't care they aiming at a toddler
Workhorse we da gang I'm cooling with them robbers
High school jugging bitch I'm not a scholar
I'm skimping these n****** i need every dollar

Run down with the stick tell him empty his pockets
I got a white plug and he serve out the college
Boy you ain't no shooter ain't empty no chopper
Fat mall he gon kick through the door we ain't knocking
My shooters got dreads and they shake like a rasta
Glock .45 hop out start sparking
Slide on your strip and the car we gon park it
Bullets they spreading and bodies is dropping
Red beam on the glock like I'm working for target
Mac for a glock then you know ima swap it
Ot on the block and he speaking that nonsense
We them young n***** that's jugging and robbing
Clucker be geeking he empty his wallet
Just hit a lick so I gotta be cautious
I know he a rookie because he was stalling
Mac with the suppressor we not into brawling
I shoot at his legs now that lil n**** crawling
2 glicks in the coat bitch I'm John walling
I'm whipping the white in the kitchen it's foggy
I'm catching these plays I throw one to my wardy
I'm serving the white to a cluck in the morning
I slide on his block 1 time for a warning
Throw bando a play and I know he is scoring
The junkie he hit it that n**** is snoring
I'm rocking designer lil n**** this foreign
Drake came with a 50 lil n**** it's pouring
Your bitch came to me cause she said you was boring
My man on the run he not into recording
Plug throw me a nick flip that shit to a quarter
I'm up in the trap and I'm taking them order
Bro flipping the pac and he flipping the water
My alias plug get that shit from the border
I'm stacking this guap man I feel like a hoarder
Run up in his trap put his man to the flooring

Walk down with the chopper
Get pints from the doctor
I'm in the trap and the cluckers they knockin
That bitch is your wife but to me she a bopper
I knock the pack out I'm feeling like a boxer
My shooters don't care they aiming at a toddler
Workhorse we da gang I'm cooling with them robbers
High school jugging bitch I'm not a scholar
I'm skimping these n****** i need every dollar

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