Choppa Date – SSG Splurge

Letra da música Choppa Date. Acesse as músicas mais tocadas e lançamentos de SSG Splurge.

Yuh yuh, aye
Polo, Polo
Peezy, easy
(Let’s go Pablo)
Lets do it
Lets go
(Damn Fiji, Okay)

Yeah
And the choppa got good range
Finna’ name the bitch; Rover
Told the hoe to throw it in the over
Then she ate the dick like lotus
Had to kill the fuck nigga money was the motive
Every charger got a Hellcat; In the motor
Drop a shell like Shell Shack, when we on em
And I heard yo big homie got shot on his corner

They was standin’ real far, so we had to hit thе closest
Nigga ran thru 200 bands and ain’t notice
We’ll comе to yo spot with a 30, they’ll notice
Can’t find em cause there’s bricks on his feet in the ocean
We’ll clean up his spot like a task force
You want smoke you gone get what you ask for
Ain’t on shit, why you carry that mask for?
In the trap doin’ shit, you a bag boy
And ain’t trippin’ of the case cuz im beatin’ dat bitch
And the pot almost died, bro was beatin’ dat bitch
Bet’ not throw a gang sign when we in dis bitch
Wanna know what i’m on? You gone see in dis bitch
I can easy drop a bag, getchu quick; Hit
I just fucked a bad hoe with a slit wrist
All the lawer’s get the case dismissed
You niggas be smokin’ on brown; Chris

Walked in, got goop on my neck
I done put 32 in my clip
Draco got a cooling kit on it
Oh you dancin’? We make niggas dip
I make dogs fight, shout out to Vic
We’ll long live yo whole damn clique
I’on buy grams, smoke thru the zip
I tell yo hoes to put dick on they lips

We’ll pop you, make you go on a trip
Think he on that? Boy you a trip
We just snuck 10 poles in the VIP
Nigga play then his ass get clipped
Pull up with clippers, old Blake Griffin
Choppa gone hit cause it hate missin
Wit AR, niggas make em hate dissin
I ain’t servin’ no hoe so my cape missin’
Ooh
(Bridge)
It’s so many opp’s in the lake right now, yea
I was just broke, I ran up that bag so a nigga straight right now yea
I see a hoe, I promise to God the bitch gone faint right now
You can diss if you want, I’on give a fuck, we’ll put yo face in the ground

Somewhere eating steak’s right now
In a house that look like a damn playground
2017, sticks in the Greyhound
If I didn’t get up, make em lay down
2 liter but the cup got 8 ounce
If he talkin then we get em gone ASAP
I ain’t broke no more, whatchu say now?
Know I’m hangin’ with soldiers like Arab
I’m the pressure, he threw up like 8 mile

You ain’t shootin’ shit boy put that K down
I’ll tap out of dope, I got everything dry
I’ll fire up a blunt and get everybody high
He had to hop on a plane to see his man in the sky
I don’t want 50 seal, he got his hands in his pocket
I’ll catch me an opp, beat his eye out the socket
He don’t dance but that Glock make em Pop, Lock & Drop It
Yeah, Neimen Marcus, I don’t shop at hot topic
I just met Harden and he gave me a rocket
(Yeah james harden gave me a rocket
32 Bullets
Yea, that 32 clip ain’t it bitch
He told me he want me to shoot all day
Fuck it
Ha)