Cha choppa ft. Baby jack & Dmoney jones Lyrics

My niggas don't dap on the left hand, take it back if you tryna rep, so take you a leap if you

feeling real froggy

Ima stomp on his neck, are you jumping again

Get hit with this vet, Ima step back lean when I'm working this bitch

Oh you step back shoot? ain't working that stick

You niggas be fools to stop popping that fent

Put the car in the park, be rolling with tent

That choppada the choppada the cha cha slide

That choppada the choppada the choppa the pie

That choppa the choppada put a beam on his eye

That choppa the choppada put his man in the sky

That choppa the choppa the choppa the choppa the choppa the choppa the choppa

Uh-huh, that choppa the choppa be ringing them bells

Like open the trunk like what is that smell

It's a dead man whooping, I send him to hell

Choppa choppa, I'ma aim it as fathaer

I Be sonning you niggas, I'm not a good father

This choppa choppa turn his dreams to pasta

Ima shake it up and smoke his ass like a rosta

One shot, one shot

Two shot, two shot

Take it back, don't fucking move

Nigga, I catch you fucking move

Ima send another nigga to fucking hell

Fuck the other side

My niggas don't dap up left hand

Take it back, you tryna run a rep

So take you a leap, if you feeling real froggy

Ima stomp on his neck, are you jumping again

Get hit with this vet

Ima sit back lean when I'm working this bitch

Oh you step back shoot ain't working that stick

All you niggas be fool, stop popping that fent

Put the car in the park be rolling with tent

That choppada the choppada, the cha cha slide

The choppada the choppada the choppa the pie

That choppada the choppada, put a bean on his eye

That choppa the choppa, put his man in the sky

That choppa the choppa, the choppa the choppa

The choppa the choppa, the choppa the choppa

That choppa the choppa, the choppa the choppa

The choppa the choppa, the choppa the choppa

Baby Jack, go slide with the choppa

Fuck up that block

Got hit in his leg and I'm at the socks let me catch me a zay put one in his top, onna men why the fuck is they rapping these niggas be dying

Man on Halloween that nigga got fried

Drag on the man, now your ass in the sky

Full blown creeper, I'ma pop out surprise

I'm a snake, they callin' me slime

Man, I'm sippin' on drink like I'm back in my prime, aye bre what's that in the sky

It might be that nigga, he blowin' my high

Fuck that, try and roll me a pack

Getting tired of shit, man, I need me a new pack

Man, I'm high as a bitch, yeah, I'm high as a jet pack

This be like Debo, can you give me my bike back

Cha-cha real slow, when I pop out the car

Ima work me ma poll, when I moke me the oppack

Roll real slow I'ma let off the fye

Watch me stop drop roll

Fuck that, better duck your taco

These 5'5, uh

These 5'5'6 gon' knock off his rolls

Took a bitch on the date and I gave her a rose

Man, what, I ain't takin' no bitch on the date I'ma go head, buy her a bag

Put a P in that bitch, man, you know I'ma drag

Man I be up to walk, we puttin' the belt to they ass

Fuck that, I'ma put me a Glock to the tooth

And they jammin on fent man, they move too loose

I'ma crash out, nigga, I'm missin' some screws

I'ma do my cha-cha slide and boom

Boy, it's Young D-Money, I ain't duckin' no work

I'ma hop out the bump with these Blatt

Shoot his ass in his face, I ain't takin out knee caps

What happened to Steve, he got hit in the snapback

Chacha slide his ass (right foot two stomps on his face) my muva (oh he tippin like shit) niggas dont want try no shit that choppada choppada choppada choppada choppada chop