Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brand New Choppa, artist - Hustle Gang. Album song Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: HGGH
Song language: English
Brand New Choppa |
I’m fire nigga got that purp' |
Nigga hatin' on me no work |
I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
No fuck nigga round my circle |
Get money nigga thats for certain |
These niggas ain’t bout that work |
These niggas ain’t bout that work |
I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) |
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) |
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas |
Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up) |
Hey, I got 1000 grams of that white shit |
6,000 pounds of that kush nigga |
A thousand handguns extended clip |
But if it come to it we at war nigga |
And why you motherfuckers so mad at me |
It seem like you would be glad for me |
Go 'head & talk tall |
You ain’t scared a me? |
You cross me shit gon' end tragically |
In my ferrari I’m flyin' |
I’m usually high |
Get my dick suck by a cutie pie |
You sayin I ain’t been the shit since junior high |
You ain’t got a truth in ya, nigga you’s a lie |
They said it’s all fun & games till the tools is out |
Fuck you, what you gon' do about it? |
You know I click clack bang bang bang shoot a nigga down |
No one else knew about it |
Hoppin' all in my G4 |
Rep Hustle Gang wherever we go |
We off the chain you on a leash tho' |
Goddamn it must suck to be broke |
I’m fire nigga got that purp' |
Nigga hatin' on me no work |
I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
No fuck nigga round my circle |
Get money nigga thats for certain |
These niggas ain’t bout that work |
These niggas ain’t bout that work |
I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) |
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) |
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas |
Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up) |
Hittin' blunts to the face rest in peace |
Pop a pill & Ciroc you’ll forget your enemies |
21 on that red, 9 on the drunk laps |
Niggas Lyin' come & see |
Come & get high jump your ass inside |
Go and blow that dough tell your ass don’t choke |
I feel it now, now I want some more |
I overdose, I overdose, we overdose, we overdose |
Now, I need it now, I need it |
Swear to god, oh god I need it now |
Michael Jackson, Jackson, beat it now |
Oh my god, I’m terrified |
I’m fire nigga got that purp' |
Nigga hatin' on me no work |
I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
No fuck nigga round my circle |
Get money nigga thats for certain |
These niggas ain’t bout that work |
These niggas ain’t bout that work |
I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) |
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) |
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas |
Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up) |
(yeah, head up, Booke) |
Nah, Forreal |
Ya’ll pussy niggas ain’t having any money in the box, forreal |
Nah, Forreal |
Choppas so big make em niggas say, «Ya'll Forreal?» |
Nah, Forreal |
And I’ll stand on your ass on this bull, Call it Pharrel |
Nah, Forreal |
You can’t take me perform like AC, ya’ll chill |
Drunk chill, you know who the last of the real |
Niggas couldn’t survive where we live |
The sound worth mills nigga flyer than a leer |
Talking bout it give a nigga thrills |
Swear a nigga can’t sit still thumbing thru M’s |
Thinking bout buying op a crib |
Just to show a nigga how i live |
Less than a mill everyday |
I’m fire nigga got that purp' |
Nigga hatin' on me no work |
I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
No fuck nigga round my circle |
Get money nigga thats for certain |
These niggas ain’t bout that work |
These niggas ain’t bout that work |
I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) |
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) |
Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas |
Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up) |
Ya’ll niggas ain’t my kind |
Ya’ll flows ain’t that fine, matter fact |
Nigga ya’ll hoes ain’t that fine |
Ima real throwed spitter gon make ya hiccup a line |
You dont know the time playa, i can close my eyes |
I can read you blind bullet |
Bullets start flying, shell |
Choppa hold 100 real nigga doin fine, yeah Dro |