Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Choppers , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 27.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| I play with them |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Shot fired, man down, 100 drone, boy, what you doing |
| My young niggas, they wretched, bout to snatch a plug, the kidnapping |
| With them choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers |
| Yeah, we with your block, block, block, block, block, yeah |
| ran around with them choppers, broad day, we sparking, we strapped up, desperado |
| Just cruising through the streets, me and Road Runner |
| Go chopper, too deep, me and Road Runner |
| Leaving big holes, leave you like donuts, icing on your bitch face like donuts |
| Chopper Lee chopped up like cold cuts, young mob, Bricksquad, bitch, |
| get your choppers |
| I heard your man done passed on, he didn’t last long |
| Go and chop them bands off, they gonna sing a sad song |
| Kid, your granddaddy fought, nigga, any grandson |
| Fallen nigga full of holes, throw his ass a tampon |
| Catch the tuly with the cooly, at the tech with the breather holes |
| Got a couple Os but half of them ain’t breathing, though |
| The O has a key, they don’t need no reason for it |
| I’m about some reefer smoking, say it to your reaper hoe |
| Now call your dough, it’s nice to meet you, squeeze, whipper, it’s nice to |
| bleach you |
| Thousand t-shirt, I bring my blumer, 'cause I ain’t got no trust in people |
| Cool ass Gucci got me all around these important people |
| Told a goon so I’m a leave us, set it off like Queen Latifah |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| I play with them |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| AK then 223, carve these extended clips |
| Got hundred round drums, they shoot down bricks |
| Million dollars' worth of licks, I hit his own six |
| Bricksquad niggas known for taking niggas shit |
| Scooter and Waka Flocka, OG and Gucci Mane |
| We shoot head shots, bullets bust your brain |
| Check your mailbox, I sent you four things |
| You don’t cash out, hit you for playing games |
| Where them young niggas at, I tie my shoe, no choppers |
| A green light your nine, next notch off your pocket |
| When you playing with them rockets gotta keep it silent |
| Thousand rounds at your ass, your whole hood dying |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| I play with them |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| Play with them choppers, choppers |
| I paid 200 dollars for my first chopper |
| All I want for Christmas is a motherfucking chopper |
| On my knees saying my prayers with my fucking chopper |
| Too in love with the streets, I never had a hoe problem |
| I leave that for them suckers |
| Them bitches say he cool, but he’s a dirty motherfucker |
| I ain’t got time for it, ain’t no need me lying to her |
| I would rather go bad, half a pound, get on my click and blow it |
| 100 in the chopper, 100 hell rocking |
| Everything over here 100, that’s why they can’t stop me |
| Real street niggas, go fuck up the whole profit |
| 20 bands worth of guns sitting in one closet |