Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Choppa, artist - Ryler SmithDate of issue: 01.10.2020
Song language: English
Choppa |
| This shit go crazy we up |
| Until 7 AM in the morning |
| Momma she wept and fell up on the grave of my grandmomma now |
| All my people they be mournin' |
| I was a shorty when poppa dun left us |
| I ran down the driveway |
| With a tiny suitcase |
| A shorty dun tried to |
| Follow follow follow pops |
| I couldn’t catch that taxi number plate |
| Dreams in nairobi |
| Life a safari |
| Habari gani |
| I want more than the paper |
| Shit could be easy |
| But god dont do favors |
| Im watching the sunset |
| Up on the acacia |
| Welcome karibu my brother |
| I felt like Mufasa |
| Was watching us up from the sky |
| I burn my rubber steady on the pavement |
| Always wnt in it |
| Even when was I tired |
| I got no lov for these haters who claim that they paid for the entries |
| Yall watch us like sentries |
| They pullin my fro out |
| The venue dun sold out |
| All of sudden they acting too friendly |
| We had no Bentley, yet |
| We drove a vogue rover |
| With the dark green colored paint |
| Had us feeling |
| On some black Cosa Nostra |
| Momma had black brown leather sofas |
| Shouts to the sunset |
| My girl she lookin like Riri from guava |
| Im on a boat |
| Raising the guap up |
| My shit be on rotation like a choppa |
| Across the oceans |
| This shit go global |
| Nah we ain’t got no love |
| For you imposters |
| Kick em' like soccer |
| Rap game my son |
| Im the poppa |
| We on rotation like a choppa |
| I drank the holy water |
| But it turned out was only vodka |
| Mikey fly the helicopter |
| They want me down |
| Like Jimmy Hoffa |
| Cause we be on rotation like a choppa |
| We kept our patience |
| Turned out was worth it |
| Life be a long emotional opera |
| But I ain’t complaining |
| We keep on ascending |
| Y’all heard us |
| We on rotation like a choppa |
| Ironic how life goes |
| Find the path with our eyes closed |
| Sip gin tonic, nigga ice cold |
| Life is short is what I was told |
| I was a young nappy headed happy kid |
| Out with no mantra |
| All of my dreams they may come true |
| I never expected this |
| Album dun sold out |
| What a scandal |
| Now watch out when scammers hit |
| Scandalous |
| Cutting my teeth up |
| Shouts to my momma brothers |
| Uncle Toto, Bony |
| And my cousin Tabitha |
| We puts the facts and the work in it |
| I been schooling rappers in the scene |
| I went right back in it |
| And did a hula hoop |
| A nigga back in action with the team |
| (Shower me) |
| Shouts to the sunset |
| My girl she looking like Riri from guava |
| Im on a boat |
| Raising the guap up |
| My shit be on rotation like a choppa |
| Across the oceans |
| This shit go global |
| Son we ain’t got no love |
| For you imposters |
| Kick em' like soccer |
| Rap game my son |
| I’m the poppa |
| We on rotation like a choppa |
| I drank the holy water |
| But it turned out was only vodka |
| Mikey fly the helicopter |
| They want me down like Jimmy Hoffa |
| Cause we be on rotation like a choppa |
| We kept our Patience |
| Turned out was worth it |
| Life be a long emotional opera |
| But we ain’t complaining |
| We keep on ascending |
| Y’all heard us |
| We on rotation like a choppa |