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Choppa On My Shoulda
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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[Intro] (Mercy Beats, nigga) (DrellOnTheTrack) Yeah Big dawg shit, believe that What, what it is? Bitch [Refrain] Salute me when you see me nigga, 'cause I'm a soldier You ain't recognize, you ain't notice how I tote that choppa on my shoulder? I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G, know he supposed to So cutthroat, you would think that they brought Slim back from Magnolia [Verse 1] I'm a convicted felon bearin' illegal guns without no holster I'ma catch you, feelin' badly, ain't even wanna slump you over I got a gangster bitch, I'm a gangster nigga She know how to hold me I'll stick the dice game that my friend attend Then tell 'еm one of them niggas owes mе Know this ho just tryna play me close 'cause I know this and I know for surely Tryna get me at a pinpoint, you was gonna let 'em rollercoast me I ain't far from 'round, I brought my boy straight out the Nola I got brown drippin' from my nose, don't think once 'fore to bash me You don't know me, bitch (Yeah) [Chorus] This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds This for them fives, down to get dangerous, bust that nigga head Ooh, this for old school who'll whoop one of you dumb niggas for thinkin' that you— (Yeah) [Verse 2] Look, I got my Llama, nigga I want all the problems (Woah, woah) Tell my lil' brother, "Keep them choppers from up out my mama house" Bitch, tell ya mammy watch her mouth I make my cousin walk her down That's corn, and fast and sweet pea, and I got some straight up out the South Be on gangster shit, from my family tree just look it down This for my Uncle Eddie, real stick-up artist, ain't make it home I don't want that bitch, she salt me down Strung out on dope, ho, leave me 'lone I'm fresh as fuck, that ain't enough, she still bought them niggas songs That's why my baby still show love, dirty bitch I held you down I catch your BD at the club and I might knock his ass down Bitch, I'm a thug, now move yo' cappin' ass around Got plenty rounds, I'm in this bitch with all my rounds, yeah [Chorus] This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds This for them fives, down to get dangerous, bust that nigga head Ooh, this for old school who'll whoop one of you dumb niggas for thinkin' that you— (Yeah) [Verse 3] You best call the feds Ain't no sense to hold your head These bullets rippin' through yo' hand And we pull off once you dead I'm with them murder babies, they on it crazy They know that I'm paid I'm talkin' concentrated, I'm medicated So, everything be red I let them shooters get 'em, they too official I'll make sure that they fed You keep that secret, so you takin' care your ass, I respect that Bitch, we'll tell 'em move you from yo' dads with yo' dog ass Tell that pussy bitch, "Don't run with 10," get on y'all ass [Refrain] Salute me when you see me nigga, 'cause I'm a soldier You ain't recognize, you ain't notice how I tote that choppa on my shoulder? I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G, know he supposed to So cutthroat, you would think that they brought Slim back from Magnolia
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