Joey Fatts - Choppa Lyrics
feat. A$AP Rocky[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]*****y and conceited, I got a bunch of reasonsRefused to be mistreated, I'll be damned if I repeat itI be that Pretty Flacko, I tell her go retweet itI ask her for her number, I ***** her, then delete itChilling in my drop, nigga beating down yo' blockShakin' off the pigs and I leave it like my top***** up on my *****, got my hand up on my Glock, uhMoney in my sock, nigga give me what you gotYou could call me Mr. Retail, PL for my females*****es suck me down low, you niggas on the DLI interrupt yo shit quick, yeah I'm on my EzelDump 'em by the ocean you can find 'em with the seashellsRolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't talking 'bout no pillsCars stolen, stolen, make 'em tell about the wheelsGettin' all this money give a ***** 'bout how you feelFeelin' on this (?)[Hook: Danny Brown]Chopper, choppa hundred shots, knocking pictures off your wallAll these hoes on my balls like give me what you gotStraght drop in a pot, got the watch, throw it onceAnd it's hot, non-stop like give me what you got, what you got[Verse 2: Joey Fatts]Strapped up and weeded, beefin' I got my reasonsWe creepin', better pray that you blessed when the snub sneazin'My *****es, love eatin' so that's threesome when we meetin'Yo ***** cheatin' wait 'til you leave and she swallow semenI'm probably the realest breathin' under 25I'm the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn't dieFrom the side where hammers is hereditary, Michael Vick with clipsPull off the hip and send bullets to your secondaryRun the field like Barry, livin' legendaryForeign cars vary, stickin' dick in business secretariesHoes give me they heart like it's the fourteenth of FebruaryPlayed up from the start, I'm just *****ing legal for you to marryIt's too much money in this world to worry 'bout a *****Unless she workin' the strip making my pockets flipMy kind of *****, man she quick and slide off in a JeepI haven't trusted a ***** since T.L.C. creep[Hook]
