CHOOSE UP ft. Dmb Gotti & Rucci Lyrics

Lemme talk for a minute

Make the bitch bang the set while i'm in it

What what if they listen

Close the casket take a walk when i'm finished

Ain't no way these niggas got what you missin (Aint no way these niggas got it)

She keep sayin' i'm a asshole

Well I like that (Well I like that)

She seen the text

I said pull up

She told her friends

She be right back (I'll be right back)

Damn

Why she look so sexy when she climax

The man, quit with all them questions

We don't like that (Hold on)

This little pretty bitch

I met her round the corner

She said boi' I need some answers

Said go get it from my lawyer (Get it from my lawyer)

That little nigga stable

Now time to go and get horses

We ain't never watch no cable

Turnt up jumpin off them porches

Like mama, I know you see me (I know you see me)

Why the fuck when I was comin up

These bitches ain't believe me

Riding through the city

Drop the top

Feel like I'm weezy (Top feel like im weezy)

Man I swear this shit a game

I hit the top they get uneasy

Talking out his head

We'll come slide and get greazy

Wonderin if i'm gon get it

I'm gon ride or

I'm too greedy

Stop actin like you need me

Pass go and never look back

Swear to god

I'm never fuckin wit no hood rats (DM Beezy)

She told me that she want it

I said, baby go and get it

Ima, bust that thing down

She gon choose up

Im all up in it

Keep it ten toes down

U switching up then I aint widdit'

All these bitches getting caught up in they feelings

And all these niggas that stay creepin up on me

Shit ion kno em'

I can never put no loyalty up in a hoe

They been shootin on my block

But we still crackin like a 40

Diamonds on me dancin'

That's why I gotta keep it on me

I done been robbed, finessed

Shot at, but not shot (Ay talk to em)

Almost lost my own life

On my block (On my block)

Ay, so you don't know the chances I got

Now you don't really understand

The shit that I pop

Now I ain't cuban bitch

But I need a cuban bitch

Cuban chain, cuban wrist watch

How I do this shit (Okay)

A big booty bitch

Bust it open, do the splits (What)

Now I ain't Ludacris (Oh)

Get out the way (Oh)

Or i'm movin shit (Ay okay tho)

It's Rucci bitch

Let em' know my name (Let em' know my name)

Bussdown on my buckets

I got Cartier frames

Big ass Gun

Big ass Chain (Oh)

Middle finger to the ops (Oh what)

Fuck what you claim

It's the big dawg (Ya)

You can't stop this (You can't stop this)

I tote glocks every day

And show rock shit (And show rock shit)

Lean up on my soda pop

Straight drop bitch

It ain't not question

Who the mothafuckin' hottest

Rucci