Yeah! We ain't wasting no time
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Slatt, slatt, slatt, woo!
Choppa won't miss a nigga (choppa won't miss a nigga)
Choppa won't miss a nigga (choppa won't miss a nigga)
Choppa won't miss a nigga
100 round drum killin' everybody (pew, pew, pew)
100 round drum killin' everybody (pew, pew, pew)
Choppa won't miss a nigga (choppa won't miss...)
She hop on the dick and she split (yeah)
Hop on my dick like a bitch (yeah)
Suck on my dick like a tick
You a copier, Yeah you like to copy shit (Carti)
You ain't even on the style till young Carti popped the shit
I got hella hoes (whoa), on some papi shit (whoa, whoa)
Need to pop a bitch, need a solid bitch, harder than a brick
Choppers on the counter, pints all in the fridge
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga (choppa won't miss a nigga)
Choppa won't miss a nigga (choppa won't miss a nigga)
100 round drum killin' everybody
100 round drum killin' everybody
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Out there running with my gun
Young nigga shoot for fun (for fun)
Put some money on your head, I sell yo ass for 10
I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit
I got bitches on top of bitches, and all my bitches 10s
I still don't dance no milly rock, just hide it in my sock
I got bitches in the lot (lot), pouring up the pop (pop)
Choppa won't miss a nigga (choppa won't miss a nigga)
Choppa won't miss a nigga (grrrah, grrah)
Choppa won't miss a nigga (choppa won't miss a nigga)
100 round drum killin' everybody (yeah)
100 round drum killin' everybody
Choppa won't miss a nigga (grrrah, Jeffrey!)
30 round drum in the jean jacket
None of my jeans come in baggy
I never go for a chain snatch (I never go for a chain snatch)
I been hit that, that's the same, yeah
Three-twenty all on the dash
A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon
Me and the dawgs smokin' nothin' but nasty (dawg!)
Fuck the law and whoever askin' (yeah yeah)
Cheated on my bitch with a bitch, so you know she was livid
Cheated on my bitch with a bitch with bigger titties
Bout to cheat on my bitch with a motherfuckin' midget (motherfuckin' midget)
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city
Every one of the dawgs, got some hoes in every city
That funny hoe, why that bitch say that we living here
Ran over the law, if I tell 'em, "aye let's get it"
Platinum way let's get it, diamonds in my face let's get it
I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, aye!
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga (choppa won't miss a nigga)
Choppa won't miss a nigga (Reddot)
100 round drum killin' everybody (yeah)
100 round drum killin' everybody
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
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