Choppy Talk ft. Fat Purp & LadyBug Lyrics

Yop

Bitch I'm flyin' doing 180 finna flip the whip,

Finna take a break cause I really been on different shit

2 bands on a fit, that's you niggas rent

All I gotta do is send a lo and it's gettin' spent

Yeah she friendly with a nigga, finna get hit

Call a nigga Norbit, pull up with that big bitch

I ain't playin' Madden, pop a nigga with a hit stick

Chop, make a nigga run for miles like a Fitbit

Bitch, this some different drip

Put a flash on the stick, we take different pics

Bro real good with them numbers, he an arithmetic

Unc real good at whippin' up, he love mixin' shit

Try to speed off in the whip, this bitch got no grip

Why you tryna flex yo man's pape, that is not yo shit

Don't even want the head from her, she ain't got no lip

Why she all up in her feelings, now I gotta dip

Sweet, twin think I ain't fuckin' with him, I've been out the way

Hell nah, I got a plan I ain't come to play

Fat Purp, bitch I'm bouncin' out with that baby Drake

Broad day, hit one in his stomach but he hit his face

Sweet, he can tell his brother how that concrete taste

My daddy sold bricks like a concrete place

Real stepper, kinda hard for me to keep a clean lace

Fap shit, kinda hard for me to keep a clean trace

They can see it in my eyes, I'ma smack one

Sweet, they think I'm a funny guy till them hats come

Tried to keep Risky in them sports, he done patched one

Every day I pray for Zaza cause he his dad son

Nigga sweet, yeah

Big Gangsta son nigga you know, Fat Purp

If I see her out in traffic, then she gettin' chased

I'll break a bitch finger if she crack a trey

Bro a fry a nigga brains now he fish filet

If I call my brother up, then he gon' swing the K

All my niggas really tweakers, they don't come to play

Don't give a fuck who in the field, put me on the play

Niggas thinkin' that they cold, 40 make em' hot

Don't, try to spin the block will make yo' whip stop

These bitches always tryna troll until somebody drop

I can still make a bag, I ain't gotta punch a clock

Still standin' on that business, I been through a lot

How you claim you from the hood, you never on yo' block

How you claim you on that tip, you never sent no shot

I pray you just not with them niggas cause you gettin' popped

I pray you just not with them niggas cause you gettin' hit

Don't give a fuck bout who you with or if they innocent