| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| You don’t want that drama boy, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| You don’t want that drama boy, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Fuck around and play with me
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| I fuck around and snap
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| Mars road, we got em, calicos, we got em
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| Niggas in the street be hoes
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| If you really wanna fuck with guns, we got em
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| I don’t fuck around with vultures
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| Bitch niggas is
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| Come too close I’ma let roam wide
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| Cause popping them thangs is in my culture
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| I’m a boss I’m in my crime
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| Never suffer I’m on my grind
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| I gotta be safe, pistol in the waist
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| So I got that strap across my thighs
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| I’ma jump back when I get that info
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| Up that thang out the window
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| Hit up anybody that be standing in the area
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| Then peel off, 10 4
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| Chi town like that, socks is on my hat
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| I got them coppers on my back
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| Because them choppas on my lap
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| Might be the 30 cal, stay late
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| Plus the ak, got the Ak
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| It’s a pay day
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| So every motherfucker that be stunting on the block
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| Better vacate
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| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| You don’t want that drama boy, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| You don’t want that drama boy, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Fuck around and play with me
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| I fuck around and snap
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| Black skully, black mask,
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| Fuck that black I need all white when I blast
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| See my face, I hit all face when I blast
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| Hopped out the scooter in the Bentley
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| Do the whole dash
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| You murder mine, I murder yours
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| I’m from Illinois, you can kill that noise
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| I got plenty toys, choppas the whole 9
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| Take me out, I got goons that will handle mine
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| Black and gold, you bury me
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| Drop the top through the ab, when you carry me
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| Let my jiggle scream, fuck them what they getting be
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| Catch my killer, shake his hand then go and kill him kid
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| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| You don’t want that drama boy, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| You don’t want that drama boy, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Fuck around and play with me
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| I fuck around and snap
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| Banana clip, gorillas
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| How many trimmers and more spitters
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| How many dreamers and more killers
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| Surrounded by kingpin drug dealers
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| Choppas on my lap right, I’ma up that bitch like every night
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| Motherfuckers steady sitting like fucking kites
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| Like niggas gonna let that die down
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| Got a flight now, you in Chi Town
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| Spit around, take the round
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| This is where you bow down
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| Let me get into my motherfucking zone now
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| Put about 6 more, let me fix those
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| Nigga with the barrel
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| Spit the whole clip like an arrow
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| Knock out his bone marrow
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| Bitch I own … 35's and 9's nigga
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| Your bitch screaming, bodies leaning
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| Niggas die, nigga
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| And we swanging everyday on the grind nigg
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| And when you cross the line
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| Niggas die, nigga
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| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| You don’t want that drama boy, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| You don’t want that drama boy, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Choppas in my lap, my lap, choppas in my lap, my lap
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| Fuck around and play with me
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| I fuck around and snap. |