CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Choppa Choir
Got black choppa up
Wait, these indon opps
F**k with choppa choir
I make that indon popped
I make eleven tone
These mac eleven sing
I'm trappin with my phone
Then geekin with the lean
I make this choppa sing
I make this b*t*hes sing
I lick her till her clean
When i'm off the lean
When I'm off the bean
Flex this dollar bill
All my bullets kill
I make yo b*t*hes ill
All this money real
Look at what I steal
I know how you feel
I know you ain't real
Don't f**k with these hoes
Don't geek with these hoes
I know she got a man
I smoke em with this pole
30. With a red dot I aim it at his nose
All these indon got no stats, that's why I make em closed
All these b*t*hes tryna click cause I hangin with the plug
I make em smoke these big joint, I make these b*t*hes froze
Got black choppa up
Wait, these indon opps
F**k with choppa choir
I make that indon popped
I make eleven tone
These mac eleven sing
I'm trappin with my phone
Then geekin with the lean
Run up on me, you ain't runnin, you gon' choke
Tryna play me with my b*t*h, I make you float
Yeah, b*t*h, you gon run, but you gon' runnin' as a ghost
Cause now I got my choppa, pop this choppa through your throat
Lemme count my f**kin stash when I'm off the bank
Close and lock the door so I chill smokin' on this stain
I ain't workin' but I still make all this money rain
I ain't flex but you gon' see these gold right on my chain
All this henny lookin fresh, let's do a sesh
Got this choppa singin loud, let's do the dash
Look at all these dumb indon, he did speed and crash
But I cop his f**kin thot, we geekin then I smash
Got black choppa up
Wait, these indon opps
F**k with choppa choir
I make that indon popped
I make eleven tone
These mac eleven sing
I'm trappin with my phone
Then geekin with the lean
Wait, these indon opps
F**k with choppa choir
I make that indon popped
I make eleven tone
These mac eleven sing
I'm trappin with my phone
Then geekin with the lean
I make this choppa sing
I make this b*t*hes sing
I lick her till her clean
When i'm off the lean
When I'm off the bean
Flex this dollar bill
All my bullets kill
I make yo b*t*hes ill
All this money real
Look at what I steal
I know how you feel
I know you ain't real
Don't f**k with these hoes
Don't geek with these hoes
I know she got a man
I smoke em with this pole
30. With a red dot I aim it at his nose
All these indon got no stats, that's why I make em closed
All these b*t*hes tryna click cause I hangin with the plug
I make em smoke these big joint, I make these b*t*hes froze
Got black choppa up
Wait, these indon opps
F**k with choppa choir
I make that indon popped
I make eleven tone
These mac eleven sing
I'm trappin with my phone
Then geekin with the lean
Run up on me, you ain't runnin, you gon' choke
Tryna play me with my b*t*h, I make you float
Yeah, b*t*h, you gon run, but you gon' runnin' as a ghost
Cause now I got my choppa, pop this choppa through your throat
Lemme count my f**kin stash when I'm off the bank
Close and lock the door so I chill smokin' on this stain
I ain't workin' but I still make all this money rain
I ain't flex but you gon' see these gold right on my chain
All this henny lookin fresh, let's do a sesh
Got this choppa singin loud, let's do the dash
Look at all these dumb indon, he did speed and crash
But I cop his f**kin thot, we geekin then I smash
Got black choppa up
Wait, these indon opps
F**k with choppa choir
I make that indon popped
I make eleven tone
These mac eleven sing
I'm trappin with my phone
Then geekin with the lean
