choppaholic Lyrics

New bitch, it's like I don't even know you

Say you're blind to the shit I got to go through

Shawty want to give me fucking top

Never below you

In the telly

She like, jayy, I want to blow you

First date, so I took her out to Nobu

Man, I got so many bitches because I'm so cool

And niggas trying to get me to pay them back

But, I don't owe you

To your flesh, hollow points

They're gonna go through

I don't like my bills green, so I went blue

20,000 bands disappear

It's just like magic

It's tragic

Directed with your bitch, cinematic

Seven feet down, under rocks like he's Patrick

Posted with your girl, legs spread

I got active

Me and her getting down, just imagine

One day with the gang make her a bad bitch

Getting dough every day, it's a habit

Smoking gas, not the kind that leaves you laughing

At the spot, double pistols

Get it cracking

Cali bitch, she belong with the fam

Touring the world in a black sprinter van

Niggas want features, they paying a grand

Walk on the stage and they know who I am

Texting a bitch right as soon as I land

It's incredible, niggas done called me the man

Choppa hot, leave that boy with a tan

Choppaholic, that's just who I am

I'm trying to get through to you, Ruly Santan

I miss my bitch, so I'm popping a xan

Got twin glocks

That's Cat, and that's Sam

Chrome on my wrist and there's Rick on my pants