"Choppas Brettas & Glocks" lyrics
(feat. Loudiene)
[Loudiene:]
(808 Mafia)
[?] on the track, bitch
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Let 'em have it, let 'em have it
Kick a door, flip a mattress
Tell your bitch, "Don't panic"
Walked her right up to the attic
Pistol whip him with the ratchet
Open up the safe, bitch
If you don't cooperate, bitch
Then you know you getting killed
Robbing niggas with my Rollie on
With the .40, get my Kobe on
I'm a shooter, shooter, shooter
A young nigga riding like a Uber
I'll never leave a crumb
I'll even rob a bum
I'll finger fuck a nun
My screws loose, don't run
More money, more guns
Bricksquad niggas don't run
I'm a shadow in the night, they scared of me
Beware of me, I barely sleep
Money stay awake, so I do the same
I don't trust these hoes, I don't fuck with lames
'Fore I tuck my chain, I'll fuck a [?]
I am the trap, I love the game
[Loudiene:]
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
Homicide with the fully
[?] with the hoodie
Homicide with the fully
[?] with the hoodie
Pussy nigga, you a salad
Where the cheese, where the carrots?
Up the ratchet out the hoodie
Heard you had bricks in the mattress
Bricksquad, this the anthem
Me and Flocka in a Phantom
Riding 'round with the hammers
Caught him lacking with his family
Caught him lacking with the jammer
Glock singing, Michael Jackson
Choppa sing with a passion
Pop a nigga like a Addy
Two Glocks, watch me flex
Bricksquad, we the best
Bricksquad 'round my neck
Bloody money dripping wet
From Clayton County to [?]
From the projects to the jets
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
(808 Mafia)
[?] on the track, bitch
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Let 'em have it, let 'em have it
Kick a door, flip a mattress
Tell your bitch, "Don't panic"
Walked her right up to the attic
Pistol whip him with the ratchet
Open up the safe, bitch
If you don't cooperate, bitch
Then you know you getting killed
Robbing niggas with my Rollie on
With the .40, get my Kobe on
I'm a shooter, shooter, shooter
A young nigga riding like a Uber
I'll never leave a crumb
I'll even rob a bum
I'll finger fuck a nun
My screws loose, don't run
More money, more guns
Bricksquad niggas don't run
I'm a shadow in the night, they scared of me
Beware of me, I barely sleep
Money stay awake, so I do the same
I don't trust these hoes, I don't fuck with lames
'Fore I tuck my chain, I'll fuck a [?]
I am the trap, I love the game
[Loudiene:]
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
Homicide with the fully
[?] with the hoodie
Homicide with the fully
[?] with the hoodie
Pussy nigga, you a salad
Where the cheese, where the carrots?
Up the ratchet out the hoodie
Heard you had bricks in the mattress
Bricksquad, this the anthem
Me and Flocka in a Phantom
Riding 'round with the hammers
Caught him lacking with his family
Caught him lacking with the jammer
Glock singing, Michael Jackson
Choppa sing with a passion
Pop a nigga like a Addy
Two Glocks, watch me flex
Bricksquad, we the best
Bricksquad 'round my neck
Bloody money dripping wet
From Clayton County to [?]
From the projects to the jets
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
Choppas, berettas, and Glocks
AK, HK, SK, grrah
AK, HK, SK, grrah
