Chopper City

歌詞

(Mommy, India got them beats) (I got Hitman on the beat) (Who made this shit? Taytay made the beat) Draco dirty hit me, it got a fifty (Top, mm-mm) Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm) Look here, felon walk in with that felony Gang five, that's cold case We gon' kill a bitch, that been reppin' shit I say put the bitch up in rotation Four stamps, that's four faces Gas bag, that's border bases Russian K, that's canada property We gon' make the drop where it go the safest Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it They be that bitch nigga that's hating Distributing, call it penetrating Take off your mind, clean up what you thinking Dirty money stashing, call it banking Murder for position, call it ranking Cold killer steppers 'round me nameless Dog killing NBA ain't no entertainment Sippin' drank meeting 'bout the case Bodies smoked by the block if it's hard Catch you slipping, slang that stick at the yard Behind this business, we be taking it far Deal 'em out, we be dishing our cards Bad bitch hit the road with that boy Got it out front row with that stick Bang out toe to toe with that rod Rich nigga Helter Skelter shit Mugged up why the bezel glist Doped up, need another fix I don't know where the fuck his mind went Big bank, get your head popped Bitch, you know how them times spent Riding 'round at that devil... All night tryna slime shit Draco dirty hit me, it got a fifty (Top, mm-mm) Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm) Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm) Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it's a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain (Mm-mm) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh The one to take a two, that's what my cousin Meechy say But we could pull about five, I'm talking five, that's just by either way Five million for my album, that's an easy bank Said you need a thousand for that bezel, shit, what my nigga Jay beezy say? Nigga, cop that Two hundred for my chain, them niggas gon' watch that Told my youngin when he get that 'Vette them hoes gon' jock that Nigga, you a hot mess Lotta thousands laid on my chest, I'm talking no vest Public housing, we where the smoke at, I got it potent Talking millions, I had that Maybach 'fore I was four in Get that drank just for the relax, nigga gotta pour a four in One watch, that's three bands Rob the jeweler still calling Crank the window, nothing but claws in Bullets burn, give you a wrong tan Draco dirty hit me, it got a fifty (Top, mm-mm) Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm) (Who made this shit? Taytay made the beat) Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm) (Mommy, India got them beats) (I got Hitman on the beat) Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it's a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain (Mm-mm)