Would You Though? Lyrics

Choppa finna ride, would you though?

Beno

Choppa finna ride, would you though?

Yui

Choppa finna ride, would you though?

Keep it by my side, where I go

I just crashed my new car, I need a tow

I had too many, you're my favorite hoe

My love for this shit growing, it's my passion

Your check just dropped, go ahead, give me a fraction

These niggas scared, take a look how they actin

Hit her up one day, next day I beat her back in

Give him money, what he do?

You stitchin' ass, bitch, give him the boot

We beat that nigga bad, take all his lot

I'm crazy jump out the plane, no parachute

You in my business, bitch, stay in your lane

My number one, we go dance in the rain

That good ass sex in the back of the Range

Walk with the shotty like this shit a cane

Talk some shit, we blow his brains woah

Fifty thousand, watch them chains glow

If he know I sell for price, why he askin' for a deal

I slip in and I shock these niggas like electric eel

Let me do that shit that you did to me, tell me how it feels

Cope with pain, sip them bottles, take another pill

Do that shit all by myself, stay that way when I make mils

What can I do to be rich

What can I do fuck yo bitch

Fifty thousand round my neck when I walk in

On my dick, boy, I just clocked in

Choppa finna ride, would you though?

Keep it by my side, where I go

I just crashed my new car, I need a tow

I had too many, you're my favorite hoe

My love for this shit growing, it's my passion

Your check just dropped, go ahead, give me a fraction

These niggas scared, take a look how they actin

Hit her up one day, next day I beat her back in

Thumbing through these racks, know I'm throwing it

That's everybody's ass, you always throwing it

I'm chopping all this green , let's get to mowing it

That boy don't want no smoke, we put the hoe in him

Brand new hellcat, ya it got the brimbo's

Any shawty but my shawty is a bimbo

Them Ar's and them Glocks, they got extendos

Too much money in my Louis bag, I spend those

I'm fumbling my words, got me feeling like I'm fried

Try to keep us solid, but you stubborn, yeah, I tried

Like what can I do, this lil' shawty got a hard head

Where to fuck we got too many options, it's a bunk bed

16 hour drive to Atlanta, damn, huh

You know that my Bev is a Fanta, damn

Big stomach in this- like I'm Santa

Woah, woah, Hold on, hold on

Giving presents to these bitches like I'm Santa, woah

Like I'm Santa, siping-

You know- mixed with fanta, woah

That UK banter, woah