"Choppa Won't Miss" lyrics

[Young Thug:]
Yeah, we ain't wasting no time
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Slatt, slatt, slatt, woo

[Playboi Carti {Young Thug}:]
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)
Chopper won't miss a nigga

[Young Thug {Playboi Carti}:]
Chopper won't, hold on
(Red dot)
(Beep, beep, beep, beep)
Rrah, yeah
(Yeah)
Hold on, hold on, hold on (Yeah, yeah)

[Playboi Carti:]
She hop on the dick and she split, huh
Hop on the dick like a bitch, huh
Suck on my dick like a tick, huh (What? What? Uh)
You a copier, yeah, you like to copy shit (Carti)
You wasn't even on the style until Yung Carti popped this shit, bitch
I got hella hoes (whoa)
On some popping shit (whoa, whoa)
Need a popping bitch (whoa)
Need a solid bitch (whoa)
Harder than a brick (Beep, beep)
Choppers on the counter, pints all in the fridge

[Playboi Carti {Young Thug}:]
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Hold on, hold on}
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)
Chopper won't miss a nigga

Always running with my gun
Young nigga shoot for fun
Put some money on your head
I serve your ass for ten
I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the 'fit
I got bitches on top of bitches, ay, and all my bitches tens
I still don't dance, no Milly Rock (Rock)
Just hide it in my sock (Sock)
I got bitches in the lot (Lot)
Pouring up the pop (Pop)
{yeah}
{Straight savage, slatt}
{Hold on, hold on, hold on, woo}

Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Grrah, grrah)}
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Grrah, Jeffery}

[Young Thug:]
Thirty-round drum in the jean jacket (Thirty-round drum in the 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, jack (Hah, yeah, hold on, yeah)
Three-twenty on the dash (Skrrt, hold on)
A Bentley truck is my G-Wagen (Huh, huh, yeah)
Me and the dawgs smoking nothing but nasty (Dawg)
Fuck the law and whoever asking (Yeah, yeah)
Cheated on my bitch with a bitch, so you know she was lit (Yeah)
Cheated on my bitch with a bitch with bigger titties (Yeah)
'Bout to cheat on my bitch with a motherfucking midget (Yeah)
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city (Go hard in every city)
Every one of the dawgs got some hoes in every city (Hoes in every city)
Every one of these hoes 'round this bitch say that we litty (We litty)
Ran over the law if I tell 'em, "ay, let's get it" (Let's get it)
Platinum Wraith, let's get it (Skrrt)
Diamonds in the face, let's get it
I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, ay

[Playboi Carti:]
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Chopper won't miss a nigga)
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Chopper won't miss a nigga)
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)
Chopper won't miss a nigga

[Young Thug:]
Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
Pew