Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Choppa, artist - Ballout. Date of issue: 15.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Choppa |
| Choppa get to speedin' new cellphone dead |
| Choppa get to speedin' and hit your forehead |
| Redhead textin' but I left her on read |
| Cross Promethezine percs, I got my own meds |
| The nigga’s goin' die the way he made his own bed |
| 911 Porsh Turbo, I’m goin' fed |
| I’m countin' blue bommas, yeah bitch gon' sad |
| Callin' up, pullin' up like a white sled |
| Young black nigga rich, I’m not a white man |
| My watch dacin' lookin' like a high man |
| We ridin' 'round with macs, we don’t do no typin' |
| And I’m quick to shoot you, I won’t do no fightin' |
| Shootin' for yo head, ain’t no survivin' |
| Perc got me feelin' like I’m off a viking |
| Diamonds lookin' like I been struck by a ligthing |
| I just fall off jetskiing when I’m about to trap again |
| Bitch said I broke her heart, said she finna cry again |
| And I’m gettin' high again |
| Car so loud, fireman |
| Tryna kick me out my higher man |
| Lil pro types we ain’t fightin' around |
| Choppa get to speedin' new cellphone dead |
| Choppa get to speedin' and hit your forehead |
| Redhead textin' but I left her on read |
| Cross Promethezine percs, I got my own meds |
| The nigga’s goin' die the way he made his own bed |
| 911 Porsh Turbo, I’m goin' fed |
| I’m countin' blue bommas, yeah bitch gon' sad |
| Callin' up, pullin' up like a white sled |