Lyrics Choppin Necks - Darq E Freaker, Dai Burger

Choppin Necks

Dai Burger
Darq E Freaker
What up?
Pretty titty committee
They ever disrespect?
Check check check check
Yo I’m choppin' niggas necks
Niggas need to know
That I’m steady choppin' necks
Choppin' niggas right
And I’m choppin' niggas left
Pretty titty committee
They ever disrespect?
Check, check, check, check
Yo I’m choppin' niggas necks
Niggas need to know
That I’m steady choppin' necks
Choppin' niggas right
And I’m choppin' niggas left
I stay slayin'
And they love my effects
They cuttin' check, check, check, check
Yo I’m choppin' niggas necks
Competition slim like my body
Wakin' up to me is like wakin' up to a new Bugatti
Hit my spliff, rub my tits, give you
Wanna kick it?
Then you better have them bricks
High karate
Choppin' niggas necks if my check ain’t in my hand
Or in the mail
And I see these bitches on my trail
I call them baby snails
I think it’s cute they salute
When I step in the booth
And it’s the truth
They want they fingers on this pussy
Like a flute
And I be damned if these niggas think my fame is a fluke
Can’t play no games with these niggas (Monopoly, Checkers, Clue)
I ain’t ashamed of decisions that I made to get through
Cause now I’m getting blessings daily
Like I’m saying (h)achoo
Come through
Hair blue or any shade of pastel
When I get the deal
I will buy a Picasso
And if you ain’t got dough
Then «Oh no!»
I’m on my heal-toe
Slide glow flow
I’m out the door
And it’s not because I’m stingy or selfish
But I’m worth it and legit
Can’t you see this where the wealth is
Like Welch’s
Like Welch’s, grape jelly jam
Niggas stalk my Instagram
Just to see where the fuck I am
I tell 'em scram, counting grands
Roasting you, roasting your mans
I’m toastin' to grow some more fans
I’m hostin', too — bring all your friends
Now I’m OC out in London
OT need more fundin'
I show up lookin' stunnin'
Send them home, they runnin'
To they mammies, they crawl back in their jammies
They’re just scared
They heard Burger B always come through with the whammy
So don’t you ever fuck with me
I turn your anniversary into a flower nursery
Six feet, nigga