Big Choppa Lyrics

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Riding with a shooter, that's 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I’m from the south side, b*t*h this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa and them n***as ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again
Couldn't find him, the streets in the pen


hit his whip, he won’t make it
I wear my chain everywhere, you won't take it
You round some real gangstas, n***a you can't fake it
Having a when I got the chopper shaking
Come get your mans murked, n***a for some sh*t you did
The n***as that I'm with sick, they'll f**k around and hit your kid
We kill rats, we kill snakes, and we kill a pig
Catch you out with your b*t*h, take off her wig
Pull up in the caravan, tear up that Benz
I'm hoppin out on a n***a, I ain't hitting up no crib
6 shot, headshot, I ain't hitting no ribs
Still flippin, film them scripts


Riding with a shooter, that’s 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I’m from the south side, b*t*h this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa and them n***as ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again
Couldn’t find him, the streets in the pen


Bullits flying, tryna make his car flip
Hit your block with double back with sticks
Feds taking pics, kodak cause they know we lit
Y'all forgot a shell catcher and a cooling kit
Brick Squad
Ran down with the hammer man, caravan
Couple shooters in the back
I just with the
OG by the
Plug sent

Need a Imma tax it
Riding round in the
Brick Squad can't never get


Riding with a shooter, that's 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I’m from the south side, b*t*h this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa and them n***as ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again
Couldn't find him, the streets in the pen


Threw the bricks to my squad like I'm Waka
Steppin in the club letting the choppa in
I'm off the perkaset, no a n***a ain't off a Xan
Drac 1 shot from me, that'll off his head
Pray that they play, Imma bury them
Water in this lil a** piece like an aquariam
Whipped out this big a** Glock, and they was scared as sh*t
I can smell a pu**y
Never see a n***a out in public
Might hit a n***a head, bust open for
I'm the type of n***a take his chain and I'm wearing it
Big Glock in the backpack, with a 30 in it


Riding with a shooter, that's 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I'm from the south side, b*t*h this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa and them n***as ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again
Couldn't find him, the streets in the pen




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