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letra de choppa (freestyle) - lil wop

[verse]
i got this chopper, i let the b-tch blow
i aim this b-tch right at your throat
boy, you a p-ssy, you know you a ho
i got a beam, it got a scope
i hit his ass right in his nose, ayy, ayy
yeah, i’m ten toes (man, f-ck andrew)
young n-gga solid, young n-gga can’t fold (ayy)
i got this bankroll, this sh-t can’t fold
i got them blue hundreds and i got old (it’s wop)
all of this money, my sh-t getting more
i got givenchy all over my toe (yeah)
young n-gga whippin’ a load with the stove
i got the fork, i’m in the bowl
diamonds on me, b-tch, i’m cold
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy)
you know i’m the goat
know it ain’t sautéed, know it ain’t raw
know it’s an f&n, know it gon’ blow
what you say? ayy
know when i come around, boy, hold your ho
smoke out the p and i smoke out the o
[?] and i smoke out the o
[?]
n-gga got hit in his body, now he in a bag
[?] rappers, they ass in the trash
glock, that b-tch on me, it ain’t need no stash
glock, that b-tch on me, it ain’t need no stash
12 get behind me, i’m doing the dash (skrrt)
i got that chopper, it came with two mags
fold ’em in camo and lay in your grass (ayy)
i’m off the lean and i hope i don’t crash
we run that sh-t up and go cop me an aston
young n-gga spittin’ that fire like dragon
young n-gga hot, b-tch, i’m fly like aladdin
run in your crib, blitz this sh-t i’m madden (yeah)
you put your foot in the door, i’ma tag it
i need the money, i run me a bag
i hit a l!ck now i’m back up in traffic (gone)
yeah, i’m rocking bali’
lil’ b-tch is moving the work, her name sally
pull up and i serve a brick in the ally (brick)
i x’d him out, yeah, that n-gga a tally (gone)
i got the ticket like i’m in a rally (rally)
i got them bands like them n-ggas in cali’ (yeah)
put four diamond rings on fingers like audi (like audi)
no top on the coupe so i saw it look cloudy (man, f-ck andrew)
ayy, you hit the dope and you fried
b-tch, it’s lil wopster, yeah, i’m that young n-gga who ain’t got a soul through his eyes (yeah)
i ain’t competin’ with none of these n-ggas, so we ain’t no draws, no ties (nah)
and if a n-gga ever said i was p-ssy, that n-gga was tellin’ a lie (yeah)

- lil wop

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