Lyrics Choppas - Stitches

Choppas

All my niggas ready, we strapped with them choppas
All my niggas ready, we strapped with them choppas
I flee the scene, I flee the country in my chopper
I flee the scene, I flee the country in my chopper
I kill a nigga, leave the scene up in my chopper
I just got two Mexicos riding in my chopper
It’s a dirty game, oh yeah, it’s a dirty world
I’m that nigga that’s gonna sell cocaine to a pregnant girl
Who gives a fuck about what a nigga think bout me?!
I catch a chocolate at the judge, yeah, I am guilty
My lawyer good, so he gon' beat that cake
I’ll shoot ya in the face, it will read about yo race
No discrimination when it comes to that murder, nigga
And if I find out you snitchin' then it’s a murder, nigga
When it comes to my respect, that’s all I am about
Ya say you tottin' choppas but that’s somethin' that I doubt
(Hook)