The Real Choppa - Squadboi Choppa

Do you feel me Talking like you didn't and it kills me Running into women that were filthy Can i get minute on the field please Can you kill me I don't got a problem if you end me Staring at the choppa on the ceiling Staring at the choppa on the ceiling Can't save us Nigga we lobotomy complainers She gon get on top of me and say what Hate when we properly contain love What's all this I been getting memories of august Thinking bout the reason we should solve it Sometimes i just feel like I'm dissolving Sometimes i just feel like I'm dissolving Sometimes i just feel like I'm dissolving Do you feel me Talking like you didn't and it kills me Running into women that were filthy Can i get minute on the field please Can you kill me I don't got a problem if you end me Staring at the choppa on the ceiling Staring at the choppa on the ceiling Do you feel me Talking like you didn't and it kills me Running into women that were filthy Can i get minute on the field please Can you kill me I don't got a problem if you end me Staring at the choppa on the ceiling Staring at the choppa on the ceiling

(SethInTheKitchen) Ayy, if it's a girl, get ready for the tea parties A girl, get ready for the pink barbies A girl, make sure that her heart is guarded 'Cause a girl sometimes can become a target If it's a boy, make sure you and him play catch If it's a boy, make sure y'all have a talk about sex If it's a boy, make sure you treat a woman with respect Forgive, forget, never regret and protect What it's gone bе, a king or a queen? What it's gone be, blue or pink? Whatеver you get just know that its a blessing God don't give us what we want, he gives needs Love her or love him Every decision is made for them God should be the only one you put above them When you hold them in your hand, I swear you can't un-love them (Love her or love him) (Every decision is made for them) (God should be the only one you put above them) (When you hold them in your hand, I swear you can't un-love them)

Ayy (shout out my boy, Diito), nigga, come on, let's do it Yeah, ayy (Crud), ayy, ayy, ayy I'm in the UK, no blicky (Muad) But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (brr) Still slide if it's risky Put the dick on the Glock, leave 'em pissy (brr) Cut to the face, Buck 50 One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys (brr) Run away, do 'em like Ricky Run shit down, better run away quickly (brr) Tap in when I'm in your city I'm the top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah (get up with me) Anywhere, any day, andale, I'ma have me about a few killers with mе (a few killers with me) Spinnin' on thе block get dizzy Spin on my block then you must be silly (must be stupid) Spin the block 'til we leave him drippy Even overseas, I'm Grape street crippin' (ooh-woo) We know your mans not hot How you gon' run from a dot-dot-dot (brr-brr-brr) Spin the block at three o'clock I'ma link him until he drop (until he drop) No opp can get no love, he's not my kind, he's not my bruv (not my bruv) High as a kite, never sober Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (poked up) NLE Jamie Oliver, shit ain't sweet (ain't sweet) I ain't never do no trick or treats (treats) Leave a nigga body wrapped up in the sheets (brr, brr, brr) White drop yellow tape all them streets Sherlock Holmes gon' have to come see (come see) How you gon' solve this mystery? Your momma in misery My momma busy than me I fucked your bitch even though she clapped But her ass fat so I made it clap I don't know you homie, I ain't givin' no dap (givin' no dap) Only hand you get from me is slap (brr) If a nigga play with me, I'ma be like Shamima I ain't never gon' make it back (you won't make it back) Link him, snuff him, stab him and that's on that Boris Johnson, a noncay My bitch like Beyoncé (Beyoncé) Keep a K like Kanye Might sneak in the UK (UK) My house look lit like the Buckingham Palace I stand over him, give a fuck about it (give a fuck about it) What it is to me? Just another body What it is to you? Your folks dyin' I'm in the UK, no blicky But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (brr) Still slide if it's risky Put the dick on the Glock, leave 'em pissy (brr) Cut to the face, Buck 50 One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys (brr) Run away, do 'em like Ricky Run shit down, better run away quickly (brr) Tap in when I'm in your city I'm the top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah (get up with me) Anywhere, any day, andale, I'ma have me about a few killers with me (a few killers with me) Spinnin' on the block gettin' dizzy Spin on my block then you must be silly (must be stupid) Spin the block 'til we leave 'em drippy Even overseas, I'm Grape street crippin' (ooh-woo) Mans not hot Even overseas, I'm Grape street crippin' (brr-brr-brr) Three o'clock Even overseas, I'm daily droppin' (daily droppin') No love Even overseas, I'm Grape street crippin' (he's not my bruv) Never sober Even overseas, I'm Grape street crippin' (get poked up) We know your mans not hot How you gon' run from a dot-dot-dot (trick or treats) Spin the block at three o'clock (the sheets) I'ma link him until he drop (all in the streets) No opp can get no love, he's not my kind, he's not my bruv (mystery) High as a kite, never sober Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up ('Fore you get poked up, 'fore you get poked up, 'fore you get poked up) 'Fore you get poked up ('Fore you get poked up, 'fore you get poked up, 'fore you get poked up) Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (get poked up) ('Fore you get poked up, 'fore you get poked up, 'fore you get poked up) Get poked up (get poked up) (Get poked up, get poked up, get poked up) Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (Get poked up, get poked up, get poked up)

Yeah, yeah, huh? Yeah Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin', bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon Pimp a broke bitch, made that bitch rich (rich) Mac-11 on me, yeah we tote them poles (huh?) Dirty Sprite, yeah I dropped a fuckin' bean (bean) Walked inside the crib, two bad bitches on my bed (huh?) Chain swangin' off my neck, bitch is breakin' neck (ugh) I just threw a Xan, asked your bitch she dropped the split Hop up in that foreign, hop up in that Lexus (skrt, skrt) Hop up in the foreign, hop up in Mercedes (skrt, skrt) Ten grand for a show, runnin' up that stack (racks) Yeah your bitch, yeah she want me for some cash (cash) She don't wanna leave me 'lone Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin, bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon Fiji water, diamonds all up in my chains Fiji water, diamonds all up in my rings (rings) Diamonds shine like blang, we just hit a stain (huh?) Riding in the Range, Range Rover, now she quick to bendin' over Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't talk to you Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't take you home Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't bend you over Now we spending cash, on some fuckin' jeans Saint Laurent jeans Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin', bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon

Ooh Slimalmi5hty made that beat Huh I got choppa with me I put a bag on a nigga's head Young niggas out here ain't fuckin' with me Jay Juice, niggas know I'm litty (Yeah, yeah) Niggas always talking down, you broke nigga (You broke) Tell your ho, "Shh, calm down, Baby gimme some throat," nigga (Gimme that throat) Where I'm from, it ain't no joke, nigga Your bitch finna let me poke, nigga Big chops in the back of the sprinter lil' boy I bet you fold, nigga Ha, I bet you fold always sayin that for sure Chain VVS gold Nigga's really know I get a bag for the low Young and rockin hella shows Ja-Jay Juice get in this pros for sure If you on some word, boy let me know Stackin' the money I'm watching it grow Always sayin swear to God we a blow I got straps, gats, stacks, guns all of them clap Instagram niggas wack I knock a nigga flat (Down) These hoes so gullible Juice gon' squeeze like Capri out the Lunchable Baby girl suckin' dick so wonderful I give her this dick, don't try to get comfortable (Yeah) I got big straps you already know I-I get your whip towed for sure Niggas be fakin', you ain't my bro Fo-Four bitches lined up in a row Jay Juice really fly as a crow I get hoes, whip I get it towed Young niggas out here breaking the code To my threeses' this is the life I chose From the North, but I keep a pole Ayy, yeah I keep a pole I keep a stick Porn star bullets, I'm shootin' the flick As soon as I'm shootin' you know that I hit And just like a pamper I'm with the shits (Yeah, yeah) As soon as I aim I aim at your brain Just like some drawers I'm leaving a stain Bitch I'm a menace, they calling me kane? When hit with the bullets they calling it rain A choppa with drakes and carbons Just like the military As soon as I see him I spark him Yeah I put him on obituary Glock on my hip I up and then shoot I'm comin like Stephen Curry I pop a perc and then it leave a young nigga vision blurry Huh I got choppa with me I put a bag on a nigga's head Young niggas out here ain't fuckin' with me Jay Juice, niggas know I'm litty (Yeah, yeah) Niggas always talking down, you broke nigga (You broke) Tell your ho, "Shh, calm down, Baby gimme some throat," nigga (Gimme that throat) Where I'm from, it ain't no joke, nigga Your bitch finna let me poke, nigga Big chops in the back of the sprinter lil' boy I bet you fold, nigga