"Choppa" lyrics
(I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper)
(Making Magic)
(Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one)
(Ay, Slim Typical, I see you)
(I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one)
Ay, ay, ay, I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper (No way)
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka (To the block)
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one (Bow, bow)
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones
On the opp block, get the job done (Job done)
15, that was me with a ZK on a moped, just bally and gloves
Run, run, don't get caught, or my rambo gon' rip through guts (Yuck)
They add a K on the O on some joke ting
Give me one name from the O you touched? (Who you touched?)
Oh shit, is that one minute silence?
I thought so no one's been touched, you mug
Long live Nesh', this shit is ments (R.I.P)
On the opp block just creep and kweng (Bow, bow)
Where I'm from is the dragon's den
Try cross this land get burned 'til death (Get burned)
SJ, I'm always right, not left
On the 2 piece go right, not left (Where you goin'?)
And I ain't seen Boogie B in a sec
But for my broski I'm gonna blow, no stress
My fans tell me I'm the best in the O (I'm the best)
But me I can't take that title, it's straight Double Lz and my bro Bando (My bredrin)
At fourteen coulda caught me a Niner
But I chilled out and I moved this cro
But a nigga grew up and I lost it
In '018 we done four in a row
I got my uncles telling me I'm a joke (Joke ting)
I'm in the 9 piece and I tape that strip
On the 2 piece, man tape that strip (Tape it up)
On both blocks man take that trip
With direct rules and these rules are strict
Opp boys move low when we come 'round
When we come 'round, they know they're pissed (They're pissed)
And big guns come out when the sun's out
When the sun's down, mans lettin' it rip
I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper (No way)
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one (Bow-bow)
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones
On the opp block, get the job done (Job done)
I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper (No way)
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka (To the block)
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one (Bow-bow)
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones
On the opp block, get the job done (Job done)
This sweet one linked me at the bando
Now she telling me that she thinks I'm homeless
Jump out gang out this black Ford Focus
No one can war with the OFB soldiers (No way)
Ten toes or bruck down motors
Tryna move man like sofas
Hocus, pocus, don't try approach us
Wet man down bare blood on loafers (Ching, ching, ching)
My Air Max just turned into Loubs
You should've seen the way man spilt his juice (Oh, no)
That same day I had to burn my shoes
Now I'm in JD trying to cop me two
They see me and they change their route
Any opps that we spot, bro, spin that coupe (Spin it)
This bad B come bad, she cute
But she won't hold the mash then she's dead and rude
I'm in the 9 piece tryna rev and go
Today he won't make it home
Man slap this gauge aim straight for domes
Or I back my blade and tear man's coat (Rip it up)
On the glide I don't bring no phones
Just me in the dinger tryna step with smoke (Bow, bow)
Bare man over there can't cope
So they're not in the field, they just stay at home
Internet typers, internet fighters
Let me tell you what the internet does (What it does)
It plays with these good yutes heads
And now these good yutes be thinking they tough (Some dickhead)
Now they got me rolling round in this bruck down Vectra
Trying to turn one of them skunk
And if you ain't doing shit for the block
Man want you out like Donald Trump
I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper (No way)
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka (To the block)
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one (Bow, bow)
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones (Yeah, we did)
On the opp block, get the job done (Job done)
I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones
On the opp block, get the job done (Job done)
Me, I can't stop for a copper)
(Making Magic)
(Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one)
(Ay, Slim Typical, I see you)
(I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one)
Ay, ay, ay, I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper (No way)
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka (To the block)
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one (Bow, bow)
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones
On the opp block, get the job done (Job done)
15, that was me with a ZK on a moped, just bally and gloves
Run, run, don't get caught, or my rambo gon' rip through guts (Yuck)
They add a K on the O on some joke ting
Give me one name from the O you touched? (Who you touched?)
Oh shit, is that one minute silence?
I thought so no one's been touched, you mug
Long live Nesh', this shit is ments (R.I.P)
On the opp block just creep and kweng (Bow, bow)
Where I'm from is the dragon's den
Try cross this land get burned 'til death (Get burned)
SJ, I'm always right, not left
On the 2 piece go right, not left (Where you goin'?)
And I ain't seen Boogie B in a sec
But for my broski I'm gonna blow, no stress
My fans tell me I'm the best in the O (I'm the best)
But me I can't take that title, it's straight Double Lz and my bro Bando (My bredrin)
At fourteen coulda caught me a Niner
But I chilled out and I moved this cro
But a nigga grew up and I lost it
In '018 we done four in a row
I got my uncles telling me I'm a joke (Joke ting)
I'm in the 9 piece and I tape that strip
On the 2 piece, man tape that strip (Tape it up)
On both blocks man take that trip
With direct rules and these rules are strict
Opp boys move low when we come 'round
When we come 'round, they know they're pissed (They're pissed)
And big guns come out when the sun's out
When the sun's down, mans lettin' it rip
I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper (No way)
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one (Bow-bow)
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones
On the opp block, get the job done (Job done)
I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper (No way)
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka (To the block)
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one (Bow-bow)
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones
On the opp block, get the job done (Job done)
This sweet one linked me at the bando
Now she telling me that she thinks I'm homeless
Jump out gang out this black Ford Focus
No one can war with the OFB soldiers (No way)
Ten toes or bruck down motors
Tryna move man like sofas
Hocus, pocus, don't try approach us
Wet man down bare blood on loafers (Ching, ching, ching)
My Air Max just turned into Loubs
You should've seen the way man spilt his juice (Oh, no)
That same day I had to burn my shoes
Now I'm in JD trying to cop me two
They see me and they change their route
Any opps that we spot, bro, spin that coupe (Spin it)
This bad B come bad, she cute
But she won't hold the mash then she's dead and rude
I'm in the 9 piece tryna rev and go
Today he won't make it home
Man slap this gauge aim straight for domes
Or I back my blade and tear man's coat (Rip it up)
On the glide I don't bring no phones
Just me in the dinger tryna step with smoke (Bow, bow)
Bare man over there can't cope
So they're not in the field, they just stay at home
Internet typers, internet fighters
Let me tell you what the internet does (What it does)
It plays with these good yutes heads
And now these good yutes be thinking they tough (Some dickhead)
Now they got me rolling round in this bruck down Vectra
Trying to turn one of them skunk
And if you ain't doing shit for the block
Man want you out like Donald Trump
I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper (No way)
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka (To the block)
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one (Bow, bow)
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones (Yeah, we did)
On the opp block, get the job done (Job done)
I'm swingin' my blade, tryna do him up proper, choppa
Me, I can't stop for a copper
And if the fed chase gets too crazy
Decamp the car and head straight to the blocka, blocka
Let me get my hands on a choppa
Rinse, the clip on your block, tryna drop one
Waps on the block, yeah, we lost one, cop ones
On the opp block, get the job done (Job done)
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