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letra de brand new choppa - hustle gang

[pre-hook: meek mill]
i’m fire n-gga got that purp’
n-gga hatin’ on me no work
i’m in that b-tch i skrrr!
i’m in that b-tch i skrrr!
no f-ck n-gga round my circle
get money n-gga thats for certain
these n-ggas ain’t bout that work
these n-ggas ain’t bout that work

[hook: travis scott]
i’m talkin’ brand new choppas (straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (dewt! dewt! dewt! dewt!)
yeah my n-ggas off that chain with the choppas
yeah i’m talkin’ brand new choppas (straight up)

[verse 1: t.i.]
hey, i got 1000 grams of that white sh-t
6,000 pounds of that kush n-gga
a thousand handguns extended clip
but if it come to it we at war n-gga
and why you motherf-ckers so mad at me
it seem like you would be glad for me
go ‘head & talk tall
you ain’t scared a me?
you cross me sh-t gon’ end tragically
in my ferrari i’m flyin’
i’m usually high
get my d-ck suck by a cutie pie
you sayin i ain’t been the sh-t since junior high
you ain’t got a truth in ya, n-gga you’s a lie
they said it’s all fun & games till the tools is out
f-ck you, what you gon’ do about it?
you know i cl1ck clack bang bang bang shoot a n-gga down
no one else knew about it
hoppin’ all in my g4
rep hustle gang wherever we go
we off the chain you on a leash tho’
godd-mn it must suck to be broke

[verse 2: travis scott]
hittin’ blunts to the face rest in peace
pop a pill & ciroc you’ll forget your enemies
21 on that red, 9 on the drunk laps
n-ggas lyin’ come & see
come & get high jump your -ss inside
go and blow that dough tell your -ss don’t choke
i feel it now, now i want some more
i overdose, i overdose, we overdose, we overdose
now, i need it now, i need it
swear to god, oh god i need it now
michael jackson, jackson, beat it now
oh my god, i’m terrified

[verse 3: yung booke]
(yeah, head up, booke)
nah, forreal
ya’ll p-ssy n-ggas ain’t having any money in the box, forreal
nah, forreal
choppas so big make em n-ggas say, “ya’ll forreal?”
nah, forreal
and i’ll stand on your -ss on this bull, call it pharrel
nah, forreal
you can’t take me perform like ac, ya’ll chill
drunk chill, you know who the last of the real
n-ggas couldn’t survive where we live
the sound worth mills n-gga flyer than a leer
talking bout it give a n-gga thrills
[?]
swear a n-gga can’t sit still thumbing thru m’s
thinking bout buying op a crib
just to show a n-gga how i live
less than a mill everyday

[verse 4: young dro]
ya’ll n-ggas ain’t my kind
ya’ll flows ain’t that fine, matter fact
n-gga ya’ll hoes ain’t that fine
ima real throwed spitter gon make ya hiccup a line
you dont know the time playa, i can close my eyes
i can read you blind bullet
bullets start flying, sh-ll
choppa hold 100 real n-gga doin fine, yeah dro

- hustle gang

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