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lirik lagu take off – whoppa wit da choppa

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[intro]

brrrrah!
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whop
drilltime, whatchu’ cooking up?
whop

[verse]
whatchu’ gon’ do wit’ that li’l ass f*ckin’ gun
bet’ not try what yo’ brother did, he died you better run
you better go to yo’ og’s and try to get a better gun
but we smoke older n*ggas too, n*gga we dont give no f*cks

we’ll red light a n*gga, boy yo’ ass better duck
green light, that’s my li’l n*gga we be drillin’ sh*t for fun
take one of the opps we droppin’ 4 n*gga, we ain’t goin’ for nun
you got the same chain as errybody, that ain’t no 1 on 1

i’m only f*ckin’ with the gang cuz’ all these p*ssy n*ggas’ tellin’
shut up b*tch, before i slap yo’ ass with that mac*11
yo’ dog snitched but he got views, so yo ass wanna spell
yo’ dog a b*tch and you too n*gga y’all are twin sistas’

drilltime, turn the beat down, let me speak some facts
told the police yo dog got a pole, whatchu call that?
they tried to say they ass lying, f*ck n*gga you a rat!
speak on leeke, then them bullets flyin’, n*gga that’s on tap
hold on drilltime, let me spit my sh*t some f*ckin more
y’all n*ggas tellin’ lies, but let’s talk about the scope
last time i checked, y’all went down 4
ooh, b*tch i mean 5, cause the other n*gga died

h*ll nah, i meant 6 that n*gga died in that park
h*ll nah, its really 7 that n*gga broad to make it to heaven
plus 8, i meant 8, p*ssy n*ggas there’s some more names
i’m really in the streets forreal, y’all n*ggas tryna get fame

[verse 2]
watch what you sayin, cause we shoot [?]
then you hear about the green n*gga on the front pages
you know you don’t want no smoke for real, n*gga you ain’t crazy
you know we comin’ wit them bullets straight soundin’ like the navy

big glizzies over here, b*tch nah no 380s
thick b*tches over here, i dont wan’t no skinny ladies
plan b’s over here, nah we ain’t havin babies
vvs’s on the way, i be shinin on these haters

i ain’t got no cape, i ain’t savin that b*tch
his own momma even know charles jones is a b*tch
actin like you seen that paperwork, you know yo dog snitched
i be really drillin’ sh*t, i just rap to talk sh*t

i’ll rob a rappin n*gga, p*ssy n*gga whatchu gon do
keep a [?] on my face you never know what i’m goin through
my dog just popped a perc, but you knowing that i’m on too
you run up on a crazy p*ssy n*gga, imma blow you

a*a*all these b*tches love whop wit dat chop
got yo’ b*tch eating d*ck like it’s corn*on*the*cob
don’t dm me bout no b*tch, p*ssy n*gga, you’ll get popped
you’d rather beat bout hoe, but yo dog just got dropped

[outro]
come on mane you know what the f*ck goin on man whop wit dat
chop, grrt! [?] gang sh*t no lame sh*t n*gga. stay in yo’ lane b*tch. drilltime whatchu cookin up?

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