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Performed By: Chris Choice
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Christopher Choice Jr.




Chris Choice - wtg Lyrics
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Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Niggas do the social post
Keep ya short I bring the smoke
Making sure ya mother choke
F*ck ya baby mama throat
Type of hoe get no respect
I f*ck that hoe right on the floor
When I nut she gotta go
Up 2 nights on jiggas
If I gotta draw it Ima paint that perfect picutre
Rolling up the Raws and I got exotic in it
She want me in it raw but I ain't that type of nigga
I always got protection my Glock ain't got no safety
I keep going white on diamonds niggas think I'm racist
Know how Chrisean Rock feel keep seeing blue faces
Pouring up like wayne
Everything for the gang
Tide to go get a stain
Bankroll don't fold all blue hundos
F*ck nigga done for choking off the gun smoke
Hollow point Rondo
Bodies drop never know
Call the doc this medical
Opp pack new the better one
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Nigga thinking he untouchable we touch him like a ipad
School of hard knocks ICDC isn't my path
Ever broke yo heart shit I'm sorry shawty my bad
I was in my bag take names kick ass
Niggas act like hoes too much
Hang around them hoes too much
They ain't even let you f*ck
Need to get yo paper up
I've been getting paper cuts
I can't even make it up
Chase the bag not chasing her
She suck me up like Dracula
Bankroll don't fold all blue hundos
F*ck nigga done for choking off the gun smoke
Hollow point Rondo
Bodies drop never know
Call the doc this medical
Opp pack new the better one
Losing count dyscalcula
My haters ain't mad enough
They say that they add it up
But that shit there ain't adding up
Forrest Gump I ran it up
Ain't f*cking with no ametuer
Real boss no manager
Superstar hold the cameras up
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
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English

Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Niggas do the social post
Keep ya short I bring the smoke
Making sure ya mother choke
F*ck ya baby mama throat
Type of hoe get no respect
I f*ck that hoe right on the floor
When I nut she gotta go
Up 2 nights on jiggas
If I gotta draw it Ima paint that perfect picutre
Rolling up the Raws and I got exotic in it
She want me in it raw but I ain't that type of nigga
I always got protection my Glock ain't got no safety
I keep going white on diamonds niggas think I'm racist
Know how Chrisean Rock feel keep seeing blue faces
Pouring up like wayne
Everything for the gang
Tide to go get a stain
Bankroll don't fold all blue hundos
F*ck nigga done for choking off the gun smoke
Hollow point Rondo
Bodies drop never know
Call the doc this medical
Opp pack new the better one
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Nigga thinking he untouchable we touch him like a ipad
School of hard knocks ICDC isn't my path
Ever broke yo heart shit I'm sorry shawty my bad
I was in my bag take names kick ass
Niggas act like hoes too much
Hang around them hoes too much
They ain't even let you f*ck
Need to get yo paper up
I've been getting paper cuts
I can't even make it up
Chase the bag not chasing her
She suck me up like Dracula
Bankroll don't fold all blue hundos
F*ck nigga done for choking off the gun smoke
Hollow point Rondo
Bodies drop never know
Call the doc this medical
Opp pack new the better one
Losing count dyscalcula
My haters ain't mad enough
They say that they add it up
But that shit there ain't adding up
Forrest Gump I ran it up
Ain't f*cking with no ametuer
Real boss no manager
Superstar hold the cameras up
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
Where the gas at this a opp pack
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