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NLE Choppa - ChopBloc Part 2 Lyrics



NLE Choppa - ChopBloc Part 2 Lyrics
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[ Featuring BlocBoy JB ]

I'm in the booth with a Glock 23
(Honorable C.N.o.t.e)
AR-15
Choppa make a nigga sing
What you say Choppa?
Git git (NLE Shit, bitch, git)
Git git

F*ck it, bitch I'm thuggin', the Glock, I'm tuckin' (I'm tuckin')
Up it, I knock yo' muffin, end of discussion (glitt, glitt)
I don't do no f*ckin' cuffin' (bitch), I f*ck yo' cousin (yeah)
She say that my dick is lovely, I think she love me (huh, aye)
Hit him with the Drake, I ain't talkin bout Aubrey
You say you a killer, lil' nigga you floggin'
And just like a pizza, I want me some toppings
And if it's a problem, you know I'ma solve it (bitch)
Buckle yo' shit, bitch I'm ready to drill you
And just like a ghost, I give you the chills (yeah)
Bitch I'm deep in the water, they call me a seal (yeah)
He was f*ckin' on me (aye), somehow he got killed
I'm like, "Ooh", I be goin' coupe, I might have to rob you (gimme that)
Pull up where that nigga work, shoot him though the drive-through
And don't speak up on my name, nigga, I advise you (bitch)
I put a bullet throught yo' head (where?)
Right between yo' f*ckin' eyes, fool
I got a tool on me, Handy Mandy, that bitch dandy
Just like a squirrel, bitch I want me a nut, just call me Sandy (just like I'm)
On Halloween, I was robbin' the kids for that candy (gimme that bitch)
Now, I grew up hittin' licks and these niggas, they can't stand it
Aye drop-top Chop, bitch I knock back top (whip)
I broke a bitch spinal cord (bitch), when I gave her backshots
I put a nigga on Fox
That's if he talkin' to the cops
Choppa how many bodies you got?
Bitch, I got a lot (a lot)
I put the Perc' up in my Henny so you know I'm gettin' silly (a pizzerc)
I leave yo' body in the old town road, just like I'm Billy
Bitch I'm Gucci'd down, now, a nigga used to shop at Tilly's
And all these Pampers-ass hoes really out here feelin' chitty (yeah yeah)

Aye, aye
That's how you feel (feel)
I' on the block with the steel (steel)
I'm in the club and I'm runnin' these hoes
This shit feel like it's track and field (fast)
If you talkin' 'bout hate crippin' shit homie
I been doin' this shit for years (fool)
What the price homie?
All this ice on me, this shit got me up on chills (jewels)
Riding through the city, with yo' bitch, getting my dick sucked
Bank account on Tekumbo, we gettin' big bucks
Big BN chain, I ain't never got my shit took
I heard them niggas talkin' smoke, well bitch you know that shit up
Before I work it out with a bitch I do a sit-up (sit-up)
.40 to his mouth, I gun him down, now he can't get up (get up)
I heard the opps talkin', I know hot to close their lips up (huh)
This shit get personal, I put his mamma in the pick-up (that's on my mamma)
.40 on the side, Choppa on the left of me (left of me)
Please don't judge me, all this weed and beef get the best of me (gas)
Heard you got that type of bad bitch, but yo' bitch chubby (she chubby)
I could be the ugliest nigga in the room and yo' bitch'd still f*ck me (she f*ckin')
I heard she's got no cash, you on a low budget (you low)
You payin' for that ass, you got a hoe budget (a hoe)
You gettin' to it with ya' hoe, because yo' how buggin' (buggin')
I teach that bitch a lil' politeness, have her toe-touchin'

Yeah
You know what the f*ck goin' on
901 shit
Bitch
Yeah, yeah, aye, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (glitt)
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I'm in the booth with a Glock 23
(Honorable C.N.o.t.e)
AR-15
Choppa make a nigga sing
What you say Choppa?
Git git (NLE Shit, bitch, git)
Git git

F*ck it, bitch I'm thuggin', the Glock, I'm tuckin' (I'm tuckin')
Up it, I knock yo' muffin, end of discussion (glitt, glitt)
I don't do no f*ckin' cuffin' (bitch), I f*ck yo' cousin (yeah)
She say that my dick is lovely, I think she love me (huh, aye)
Hit him with the Drake, I ain't talkin bout Aubrey
You say you a killer, lil' nigga you floggin'
And just like a pizza, I want me some toppings
And if it's a problem, you know I'ma solve it (bitch)
Buckle yo' shit, bitch I'm ready to drill you
And just like a ghost, I give you the chills (yeah)
Bitch I'm deep in the water, they call me a seal (yeah)
He was f*ckin' on me (aye), somehow he got killed
I'm like, "Ooh", I be goin' coupe, I might have to rob you (gimme that)
Pull up where that nigga work, shoot him though the drive-through
And don't speak up on my name, nigga, I advise you (bitch)
I put a bullet throught yo' head (where?)
Right between yo' f*ckin' eyes, fool
I got a tool on me, Handy Mandy, that bitch dandy
Just like a squirrel, bitch I want me a nut, just call me Sandy (just like I'm)
On Halloween, I was robbin' the kids for that candy (gimme that bitch)
Now, I grew up hittin' licks and these niggas, they can't stand it
Aye drop-top Chop, bitch I knock back top (whip)
I broke a bitch spinal cord (bitch), when I gave her backshots
I put a nigga on Fox
That's if he talkin' to the cops
Choppa how many bodies you got?
Bitch, I got a lot (a lot)
I put the Perc' up in my Henny so you know I'm gettin' silly (a pizzerc)
I leave yo' body in the old town road, just like I'm Billy
Bitch I'm Gucci'd down, now, a nigga used to shop at Tilly's
And all these Pampers-ass hoes really out here feelin' chitty (yeah yeah)

Aye, aye
That's how you feel (feel)
I' on the block with the steel (steel)
I'm in the club and I'm runnin' these hoes
This shit feel like it's track and field (fast)
If you talkin' 'bout hate crippin' shit homie
I been doin' this shit for years (fool)
What the price homie?
All this ice on me, this shit got me up on chills (jewels)
Riding through the city, with yo' bitch, getting my dick sucked
Bank account on Tekumbo, we gettin' big bucks
Big BN chain, I ain't never got my shit took
I heard them niggas talkin' smoke, well bitch you know that shit up
Before I work it out with a bitch I do a sit-up (sit-up)
.40 to his mouth, I gun him down, now he can't get up (get up)
I heard the opps talkin', I know hot to close their lips up (huh)
This shit get personal, I put his mamma in the pick-up (that's on my mamma)
.40 on the side, Choppa on the left of me (left of me)
Please don't judge me, all this weed and beef get the best of me (gas)
Heard you got that type of bad bitch, but yo' bitch chubby (she chubby)
I could be the ugliest nigga in the room and yo' bitch'd still f*ck me (she f*ckin')
I heard she's got no cash, you on a low budget (you low)
You payin' for that ass, you got a hoe budget (a hoe)
You gettin' to it with ya' hoe, because yo' how buggin' (buggin')
I teach that bitch a lil' politeness, have her toe-touchin'

Yeah
You know what the f*ck goin' on
901 shit
Bitch
Yeah, yeah, aye, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (glitt)
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Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts, Carlton Mays, James Lee Baker, Marquis Alexander Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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