Ayy, I just caught the
Matter of fact, ain't no assassin, just me
We pullin' tactics with tactics
Say it should be like a black one
Spin on that strip, guarantee I'ma make stops
He got shot out his tank top
Every shot hit the same spot
Bet the news, made they face drop
Baby gang, you can tell that we hate ops
Matter of fact, we done made ops
Then it's back to my bank drops
Touchy my body, f*ck 12, no, I ain't stop
Closed curtains
Bloody scene on arrival, that's certain
In the dark, where those demons start lurkin
We the reason communities hurtin, infinite purgin
Opps die on that block I get a giddy
Start laughin' at niggas like km Ciggy
They know I get money, but we on BT
Only killers allowed to be with me
If you got a Knocks, then I got my chop
When you see a op, you get busy
Most hated throughout the whole city
You show hesitation, we takin' your sitchy
Get kicked off the ship
Bitch, you walkin' a plank
Don't move how we move, then we strippin' your rank
King of the hill tactician, I'm Hank
Wait, set sail, navigation
Battleships on the way from the nation
One call, code blue activation
Navy SEALs moving tact where you stationed
AKA niggas dead
I been duckin' the feds
Please don't play with my bread
A couple blue faces, ya block turn to the red
Wait, put a switch to the back
Got my Glocks singing lullabies
Baby gang make ya mother cry
Cause she speakin to homicide
Autopsy, he riddled with bullets
Tried to tweak on the gang when he couldn't
His big homie ain't tellin' me he shouldn't
Even though that he knew that he wouldn't
Bodies on the pavement, have you ever seen that
If you did and then it wasn't your op
Probably one of your bros on the block
Beef with gang, put your life on the clock
Auntie screamin' like, y'all gotta stop
Sorry Auntie, your nephew on hots
We dem demons, don't think that we not
He got shot, tryna ask me who's chop
Don't ask me nothin, nigga
Nigga, don't ask me no f*ckin' questions, nigga
F*ck wrong with niggas
F*ck wrong with you, nigga
He got shot, tryna ask me who's chop
Ask me who's chop, nigga
F*ck outta here
Glah, Glah, boom
On hots
Hey, I just caught the
It's just me, nigga
It's just me, nigga
Choppaveli - No Questions Lyrics
Choppaveli - No Questions Lyrics
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English
Ayy, I just caught the
Matter of fact, ain't no assassin, just me
We pullin' tactics with tactics
Say it should be like a black one
Spin on that strip, guarantee I'ma make stops
He got shot out his tank top
Every shot hit the same spot
Bet the news, made they face drop
Baby gang, you can tell that we hate ops
Matter of fact, we done made ops
Then it's back to my bank drops
Touchy my body, f*ck 12, no, I ain't stop
Closed curtains
Bloody scene on arrival, that's certain
In the dark, where those demons start lurkin
We the reason communities hurtin, infinite purgin
Opps die on that block I get a giddy
Start laughin' at niggas like km Ciggy
They know I get money, but we on BT
Only killers allowed to be with me
If you got a Knocks, then I got my chop
When you see a op, you get busy
Most hated throughout the whole city
You show hesitation, we takin' your sitchy
Get kicked off the ship
Bitch, you walkin' a plank
Don't move how we move, then we strippin' your rank
King of the hill tactician, I'm Hank
Wait, set sail, navigation
Battleships on the way from the nation
One call, code blue activation
Navy SEALs moving tact where you stationed
AKA niggas dead
I been duckin' the feds
Please don't play with my bread
A couple blue faces, ya block turn to the red
Wait, put a switch to the back
Got my Glocks singing lullabies
Baby gang make ya mother cry
Cause she speakin to homicide
Autopsy, he riddled with bullets
Tried to tweak on the gang when he couldn't
His big homie ain't tellin' me he shouldn't
Even though that he knew that he wouldn't
Bodies on the pavement, have you ever seen that
If you did and then it wasn't your op
Probably one of your bros on the block
Beef with gang, put your life on the clock
Auntie screamin' like, y'all gotta stop
Sorry Auntie, your nephew on hots
We dem demons, don't think that we not
He got shot, tryna ask me who's chop
Don't ask me nothin, nigga
Nigga, don't ask me no f*ckin' questions, nigga
F*ck wrong with niggas
F*ck wrong with you, nigga
He got shot, tryna ask me who's chop
Ask me who's chop, nigga
F*ck outta here
Glah, Glah, boom
On hots
Hey, I just caught the
It's just me, nigga
It's just me, nigga
Matter of fact, ain't no assassin, just me
We pullin' tactics with tactics
Say it should be like a black one
Spin on that strip, guarantee I'ma make stops
He got shot out his tank top
Every shot hit the same spot
Bet the news, made they face drop
Baby gang, you can tell that we hate ops
Matter of fact, we done made ops
Then it's back to my bank drops
Touchy my body, f*ck 12, no, I ain't stop
Closed curtains
Bloody scene on arrival, that's certain
In the dark, where those demons start lurkin
We the reason communities hurtin, infinite purgin
Opps die on that block I get a giddy
Start laughin' at niggas like km Ciggy
They know I get money, but we on BT
Only killers allowed to be with me
If you got a Knocks, then I got my chop
When you see a op, you get busy
Most hated throughout the whole city
You show hesitation, we takin' your sitchy
Get kicked off the ship
Bitch, you walkin' a plank
Don't move how we move, then we strippin' your rank
King of the hill tactician, I'm Hank
Wait, set sail, navigation
Battleships on the way from the nation
One call, code blue activation
Navy SEALs moving tact where you stationed
AKA niggas dead
I been duckin' the feds
Please don't play with my bread
A couple blue faces, ya block turn to the red
Wait, put a switch to the back
Got my Glocks singing lullabies
Baby gang make ya mother cry
Cause she speakin to homicide
Autopsy, he riddled with bullets
Tried to tweak on the gang when he couldn't
His big homie ain't tellin' me he shouldn't
Even though that he knew that he wouldn't
Bodies on the pavement, have you ever seen that
If you did and then it wasn't your op
Probably one of your bros on the block
Beef with gang, put your life on the clock
Auntie screamin' like, y'all gotta stop
Sorry Auntie, your nephew on hots
We dem demons, don't think that we not
He got shot, tryna ask me who's chop
Don't ask me nothin, nigga
Nigga, don't ask me no f*ckin' questions, nigga
F*ck wrong with niggas
F*ck wrong with you, nigga
He got shot, tryna ask me who's chop
Ask me who's chop, nigga
F*ck outta here
Glah, Glah, boom
On hots
Hey, I just caught the
It's just me, nigga
It's just me, nigga
Writer: Lesly Pardo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid