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letra de w.a.r. - whoppa wit da choppa

[verse 1: whoppa wit da choppa]
turn your block to a warzone, but b-tch, it ain’t no f-ckin’ game
i’m 187, kuku gang, a.t.r, and jumpout gang
n-gga know what whoppa bang
my n-ggas bald, major payne
my n-ggas call, i bang that k
scope on the gun, i might shoot you from a block away
i can’t take kshordy serious, that’s like the stripper off of gta
pull up on a n-gga block, lookin’ like i’m j.e.a
got the drop on the opps, now me and dot slidin’ through the 8, aye (rrrrrah)
tell them crackers free my n-gga spinz (spin)
they know that we get it in, that’s my murder twin (murder twin)
yeah, we done spin so much, need a sponsor from benz
hit him from the knees up, he’ll never walk again

[verse 2: jdot breezy]
i got black forces on, you better get the f-ck back
i ball like petey, i’m not teki at the trap
your b-tch wanna еat it, i don’t want it ’cause it’s bare
i’m 100, n-gga, i’m lyin’, that b-tch face in my lap
push up on him with that (uh), that’s whеn (mmm) got clapped
mookie ain’t waking back up, throw in the towel, it’s a wrap
heard rod k was tapped, then he got his ass tapped
gang clap n-ggas, but d-mn, bibby got over-clapped
kick a n-gga in his sh-t for playin’ with me
why you tryna make me cuff, when you let my mans hit it?
sit him down with this drac’, i can’t really stand n-ggas
trey d had his pole, but his scary-ass ran with it
d-mn, dot, why you goin’? ’cause these f-ck n-ggas lyin’
when we in the city, all these p-ssy n-ggas do is hide
then get on instagram like they was just outside
last n-gga on that street posted up had died
n-ggas know not to get on live, talkin’ ’bout “where we at, slide”
other dude did it, moments later, got his ass fried
cracka keep gettin’ up, n-gga got nine lives
mookie ain’t quick enough, he got hit ’bout five times
[interlude: jdot breezy & whoppa wit da choppa]
n-gga know how the f-ck we rock (brrrt)
whop with that chop and dot with that glock
(aye, hold on, hold on) get your goofy-ass popped
hold on, bro, i ain’t know we was talkin’ like that, i’m finna go back in then, f-ck that, aye, whop

[verse 3: whoppa wit da choppa]
marri died on the e-way (marri)
mookie died on the e-way (mookie)
some of my best advice to y’all, y’all better stay off that freeway
they must’ve thought that sh-t was a game, you think it’s e.a.?
three-five played, now the cemetery where he lay (petey)
teki ass dead (teki)
rod k dead (rod k)
they say spaazz2xx got shot all in the head (jamarius)
how cracka take all them face shots? he got some good meds
we ain’t goin’ out like whodie, that n-gga crashed, now he dead (skrrt)

- whoppa wit da choppa

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