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no more ah ah - choppa ebk lyrics

[chorus]
n*ggas on my d*ck? like, let me pull my pants up
n*ggas burnt out, they be subbing me all on the ‘gram
n*ggas showing fan love
i did what i did n*gga, had to man up
back in the trap, packing them grams up
all this white, i feel like i’m santa
state to state, trips to atlanta
don’t got no mask? bandana
like, it’s a good look for the camera
old gun, this sh*t a jammer
double d 40, good for the hammer
i get tight when i think about grandma
i shed tears, i lost ma to some cancer
like, n*gga you smoking on who?
n*gga what? i’ma blam ’em

[verse 1]
wuskii, n*gga a fish
he a d*ck, should’ve learned how to swim
ah ah! i smoke sha glizz
beam on a bl!ck, but i still smoke trends
dudeylo is a kid
he my son, should’ve gave him a bib
hop out got em ducking thеy wig
don’t flinch
if he do i’ma give him a glimpse
shе not pain, that b*tch chips
like, i heard henny got her bent
like, b*tch get the f*ck out the whip
how many shots did i send?
i did it and did it again
like, i pray to god for all my sins
cause i know how this sh*t gone end
[chorus]
n*ggas on my d*ck? like, let me pull my pants up
n*ggas burnt out, they be selling me all on the ‘gram
n*ggas showing fan love
i did what i did n*gga, had to man up
back in the trap, packing them grams up
all this white, i feel like i’m santa
state to state, trips to atlanta
don’t got no mask? bandana
like, it’s a good look for the camera
old gun, this sh*t a jammer
double d 40, good for the hammer
i get tight when i think about grandma
i shed tears, i lost ma to some cancer
like, n*gga you smoking on who?
n*gga what? i’ma blam ’em

[verse 2]
pick sides, we don’t need no link ups
i was in the clink, had the pick the shink up
bullets is scr*ping his head like a taper
and that’s before he get hit with the razor
alhamdulillah, i think he need saving
that’s what i say before he met his maker
stake out next door like a neighbor
40 like a fat b*tch, fantasia
like n*gga i ain’t showin no love
it is what it is, was what it was
n*ggas ain’t my mans they be throwing subs
n*ggas on my d*ck, they don’t own a crumb
ran throuh ten packs in a month
gotta sign, invest in my funds
in reality n*ggas is bums
like, n*ggas can’t show me a dub
[chorus]
n*ggas on my d*ck? like, let me pull my pants up
n*ggas burnt out, they be subbing me all on the ‘gram
n*ggas showing fan love
i did what i did n*gga, had to man up
back in the trap, packing them grams up
all this white, i feel like i’m santa
state to state, trips to atlanta
don’t got no mask? bandana
like, it’s a good look for the camera
old gun, this sh*t a jammer
double d 40, good for the hammer
i get tight when i think about grandma
i shed tears, i lost ma to some cancer
like, n*gga you smoking on who?
n*gga what? i’ma blam ’em

- choppa ebk lyrics

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