Lyrics Chopper City - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Chopper City

Bend him off with that felony
Gang five, that’s cold case
We gon' kill a bitch, they been ready for shit
I say put the bitch up in rotation
Four stamps, that’s four faces
Gas bag, that’s border bases
Russian K, that’s canada property
We gon' make the drop where it go the safest
Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it
They be that bitch nigga that’s hating
Distributing, call it penetrating
Take off your mind, clean up what you thinking
Dirty money stashing, call it banking
Murder four position, call it ranking
Cold killer steppers 'round me nameless
Dog killing NBA ain’t no entertainment
Sippin' drank meeting 'bout the case
Bodies smoked by the block if it’s hard
Catch you slipping, slang that stick at the yard
Behind this business, we be taking it far
Deal 'em out, we be dishing our cards
Bad bitch hit the road with that boy
Got it out front row with that stick
Bang out toe to toe with that rod
Rich nigga help to step shit
Mugged up why the bezel glist
Doped up, need another fix
I don’t know where the fuck his mind went
Big bank, get your head popped
Bitch, you know how them times spent
Riding 'round at that devil
All night tryna slime shit
Draco dirty hit me, it got a fifty (Top, mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it’s chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm)
Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm)
Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it’s a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain
(Mm-mm)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
The one to take a two, that’s what my cousin Meechy say
But we could pull about five, I’m talking five, that’s just by either way
Five million for my album, that’s an easy bank
Said you need a thousand for that bezel, shit, what my nigga Jay beezy say?
Nigga, cop that
Two hundred for my chain, them niggas gon' watch that
Told my youngin when he get that 'Vette them hoes gon' jock that
Nigga, you a hot mess
Lotta thousands laid on my chest, I’m talking no vest
Public housing, we where the smoke at, I got it potent
Talking millions, I had that Maybach 'fore I was four in
Get that drank just for the relax, nigga gotta pour a four in
One watch, that’s three bands
Rob the jeweler still calling
Crank the window, nothing but claws in
Bullets burn, give you a wrong tan
Draco dirty hit me, it got a fifty (Top, mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it’s chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm)
(Mommy, India got them beats)
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop
It’s a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain (Mm-mm)