Choppa Music ft. WASSGOODLC Lyrics

Smooth on the beat it's like I'm slidin on some ice and

I'm in his baby momma while he stuck up on his right hand

Homie mad as hell we popped his brother somethin' like xans

I'm rockin' with a ruger in my pants you hope it might jam

Pussy Imma always slide the block you playin' about a dollar

The entree not the only thing she eatin' up at Benihana's

I Heard you be scary tellin' all your beef up to your momma

Walk in to your crib and feed the bitch a large chimichanga

This ain't even on no diss shit this that choppa music

Your bitch can't even shake ass I told her rock into it

I Got two big ass drums with a glock into it

And this might be sayin' too much but she swallow cock fluid

Yeah the bitch got a lil ass it got some pop to it

Twelve pull up, hittin' the gas we ain't gon' stop movin'

Homie been a snitch and a rat, we know you not shootin'

Really mad as hell she said my song it got a bop to it

Walkin' with a bankroll its a work out to move my legs

Your bitch pulled up to the kick back then gave me head

I Be doin' hits masked up no Jango Fett

Lookin' like a damn number two gettin' filled with lead

And I got a whole lot of tools like I own three sheds

Imma give her dick you give the bitch breakfast in bed

Walkin' with a chop same size as one of my legs

Pulled up on bitches for head

Speakin' on Skimo he dead

Blacked out off a molly and a xanny

Mad as hell he walkin' in the room I'm all up in her fanny

We be slidin' on the opps with tinted windows in a Camry

I was servin' all the drugs while you was sittin' with your nanny

Slidin on your block, they must've thought I was a lick now

Everytime I'm walkin' in the spot they pullin' all they tits out

Fuck the SMGs we brought bazookas to the cook out

Pass her to the gang we all hit it, the bitch she blew out

LC in this bitch and I'm comin' in with Skimo

When I shoot this shit easy too easy like a free throw

I Be pourin' up a four, I'm on the floor I'm movin' too slow

Niggas speakin' on the opps they just watch because they know

I Don't go for nothing nigga knockin' out lights

Life ain't a game and he dont got an extra life

But he actin' like he do, prove 'em wrong with this pipe

Make his body 360 LC shootin' out the snipe

Put on the Skimo with a Hxxdie

I might look mean but I still do my lil boogie

Been scammin' since a jit bitch you can't call me rookie

Instead put me on the court startin' look at how I'm cookin'

Pull these niggas in the bullets get to pushin'

Think he hard like the frame, my nigga you the cushion

Pockets big and fat money just came in from Brooklyn

Yeah they knowin' that I'm fire hit my email for features and bookings

No white girl Jordan

Movin' and Supportin'

Your momma family shooter could've had your ass aborted

Get your ass extorted

When I'm pickin' out my weapons got them sticks and flip, sorted

Got them hoes hangin' out the window

Try to run up on me hit his chest and made him limbo

Tell that nigga check the score all his niggas got zero

Blicky dropped the EP niggas ain't go past the intro

Blicky tried to diss me I was outside his window

Hit him when he older just to make his wife a widow

Then dance on his grave with my brother dead disco

Dissin' on the net two minutes to find your info

Catch a shell on your body it's hot armadillo

Up the stick and he freeze like that move from Sub-Zero

Blew up with some shit you won't expect hit with an arrow

Then I'm walkin' off smooth like I'm Captain Jack Sparrow lil bitch