Choppa Melodies

Yeah, yeah (go, go) I'm gonna kill it then go lay down You ain't the gang, you can't hang 'round Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Won't play with a ho, won't play with a clown We hittin' that lick, we drawin' it down We missed you, Faygo Mom, Polack's makin' beats again Yeah, yeah (go, go) I'm finna kill it then go lay down You ain't the gang, you can't hang 'round Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Won't play with a ho, won't play with a clown We hittin' that lick, we drawin' it down I'm hittin' your bae, yeah, I'm bustin' down Can't hear what you say, I'm high right now Don't hear what you pay, you not my round We know where you stay, we comin' down I'm tryna be in LA with all that loud And we not the same, so know that now I'm tryna make my mama proud Choppa gon' kick, like, boy, sit down Shawty, they say you a lame and I don't doubt that I be up, I can't rest Come and get your man 'cause I was fuckin' on a waitress I'ma do you bad, but I'm a slime and I can't change that Yeah, he sayin' "Slatt" but I know he ain't really sayin' it Go, yeah, go Ya know what I'm sayin', you know what I mean? I'll never change, I put that on me You know my city gon' stay with me Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah You not my bro, not my homie You want me to stop, then come kill me If you want a verse, then pay for the fee Hit my DM and I got it for cheap Swear to God that shit best not be weak Or I'ma pass all that shit to the fiends Nigga mad 'cause I'm givin' him hell And you know I'm GG5L Sayin' you love me, I can't really tell And your name is not ringin' a bell Baby girl, I kinda see why you mad Thought she had me, I ain't goin' out bad Talkin' cash, I'ma go get that Walked in, she got whiplash I hit and she got enough cash And her nigga, yeah, he big mad Oh, he mad, well go fix that 'Fore my toolie go blatt-blatt-blatt Yeah, go, yeah, go, yeah, go Oh, he mad he can't get that Niggas lame and that shit sad Yeah, go, yeah, go, yeah, go Drip this and, yeah, drip that Nigga know he ain't got enough swag Nigga know he's not like that All of my niggas be throwin' flags All of my niggas be totin' guns So you know we ain't playin' dead Tell a lil' ho to get back-back Fuck that lil' ho and get her shit dragged Know my little shawty not playin' like that My nigga play then he get smacked And you know Faygo not for none He got a gun but won't blow none Playin' with me, you must be drunk Marchin' band, choppa soundin' like drums Why do these bitches think I'm dumb? You singin' that song and I know how it's sung Good girl, I can't name one Heart breakin', I'm so numb Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Smokin' that gas, it's in my lungs I swear that this rap shit so fun Yeah, go, yeah, go, yeah, go A fuck nigga play then I get dumb And do not play with my day ones Yeah, yeah, yeah We missed you, Faygo