Letra de Choppy Shop - TTS Tana

(Feat. Kenzo Balla, TG Flockaa)

Oh my, goddamn

You could ask what you want when you want, nigga, I ain't never ran

Mention my name, then you must be a fan

Big tan pop out when I shoot with both hands

Shoot this shit 'til it jam

Never forget them boys in a can

Trust me a mil', breaked out, got a plan

Them boys in the box when we said shit with Zan'

I'm on timing, see a Gz, I squeeze

Yeah, I'm Crip, but I want you to bleed

Lil' ski, and she all on her knees

She's a roster, and she don't wanna leave

I just gave backshots and a lil' bit of weed

Glock tucked when the opps proceed

Sip mud, yeah, I drink codeine

Show rock, yeah, I bust to the fans

New toys at the choppy shop

Test it out on a opp, he dropped

Give a fuck about the cops, we hot

Somebody gon' die if I bend that block

See the rage in my eyes, can't stop

I'm shootin' at shoulders, bitch, why you a thot?

I ain't dollars, I keep me a knock

And that's word to Neezy, I'm lettin' it rot

Tragic, movin' with three, just imagine

I catch me a killer, just give him a casket

Snake niggas always movin' so fag shit

Clip to his face and I call him a bastard

Blood splatter is part of the fashion

Boomin' like Boomer, ain't no getting past him

We fiendin' to pop him like Aspirin

Suck my dick, nigga, I'm movin', who askin'?

What y'all did?

Got me feelin' like Crippy, now all y'all niggas fuckin' kids

What it is?

And I'm move with a Nina, and I'm the type to come to cribs

That's the feds

I remember when Neezy had handles, split a nigga wig

They was sick

And you know I'm big 90K, that shit's to my dick

Better move when we step in the spot

'Cause if you don't move, somebody getting shot

I could only put trust in my knocks

Oh, they dissin'? We spinnin' that block

I just put extensions on the Glock

Outside buggin', clutchin' on the chop

Better stop with the rappin' and cappin'

Before we spin and make it hot

Bend the Hav, I'm lookin' for the Gz

I'm with Meechi, you know that's the Sleeze

Sha Gz came home on his knees

If I catch that lil' dirty nigga, I'ma squeeze

Hollow tips eat him up, he can't breathe

Spin with my 'ooters, flockin' out the scene

He tried to run, so I backed out the beam

Tried to run, he got hit in his beanie

Makin' movies like we on the TV

Always ballin' on court like a PG

I'ma flock it, then pass it to TG

He gon' flock it, then pass it to Keme

Flockin' and buggin', we make it look easy

Bro was talking too much, tell 'em TP

'Cause they know when we spin, it get greasy

Sending shots at the Os and Gzzlys

Sixteen in the chop for them OY niggas

All them lil' niggas know the vibes

Niggas dissin' like they really 'ooters in songs

But them niggas don't never slide

When we go through that block, they be terrified

That's about the MB niggas from the 5

Yus Gz got hit and he should've died

Everytime we spin, we leave 'em traumatized

DOA, EBK

Hop out, leavin' niggas on they face

He tried to run, so I picked up the pace

Beams on the chop when I'm spinnin' with Chase

Off the Mexi and Rah, I be laced

Smokin' the Dummy and Dubs' to the face

.45 and it's tucked to my waist

If niggas move wock, then I'm catchin' a case

Yo, Tay Breesh, suck my dick

If I catch you lackin', then I bet you get hit

He gon' be like Lotti in a spliff

Hop out, catch a body on they strip

Last opp tried to run, but he tripped

These niggas pussy, they ain't never do shit (Grrah, grrah, boom)

Big knock and this shit got a kick

When I flock it, I ain't tryna miss (Ah)

Who that?

Like, wait, this the nigga that said he was 8th to the Gates?

We gon' boom, don't wait

That lil' bitch lined up for the gang

Labels is hittin' my line every day

I could get out the hood any day

DOA be the gang

Bitch, we really be dumpin' on anything

If you ask me, we did everything

Five's on top, we do this for Mezzy B

And these lil' niggas know how I'm rockin'

Keep a knocker, it stay in my pocket

You movin' wocky, nigga, I'ma flock it

So don't come over here with that opp shit

I'm with Tana, if I pass him the hammer, that nigga goin' bananas

Catch a Petey, then fly to Atlanta

Big GDK, we don't fuck with them dancers

Niggas rattin', how you give your mans up?

Bitches on me 'cause I got my bands up

Don't got a chop, you better get your hands up

After I punch you, I'm beatin' your mans up

'Cause that's how it started

Went from fightin' to lookin' for targets, like

Stay heartless, niggas ain't your mans and a bitch gon' leave you regardless

No nonsense, fuck getting locked up, I just rather be home 'cause I'm stompin'

Keep stompin', keep stompin'

Bend through the Well, I'm lookin' for a target

We park shit, we park shit

He could get shot if he on River Park shit

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