Choppa Dance lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga
f*ck the other sh*t we got Milo on the beat
Lay that n*gga down when I'm sliding wit' that choppa

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga
Tryna lay a n*gga down when I'm sliding wit' that choppa
.223's flying at your dome you can't dodge 'em
Raised by the streets and they made me a monster
Got these n*ggas scared to pop out 'cause I'm a problem
Hit 'em with that 'K make 'em gig like Sada
Young rich n*gga, do the Gucci with the Prada
Throw bands on your head, hella bands in my pocket
n*ggas talking bands, yeah b*tch I got a lotta

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
Ain't dreaming 'bout this sh*t, b*tch I rap what I'm living
Hopping out that Benz with hella b*tches like I'm pimping
Tryna change my ways 'cause I know that I been sinning
But if I catch a sucka n*gga out then I'm tripping
n*ggas say it's up then it's stuck, we ain't tripping
n*ggas say it's up, up therе we gon' send 'em
Sucka whitе flag, if it's up then you winning
Catch a n*gga trickin' on that b*tch we gon' blitz 'em
Doing all that dissing, guess he don't like living
Running 'round broke, guess he don't like chicken
My young n*gga get that work out, no fitness
FN whip that thang, gone and let it rip 'em
You the type to pay a broke b*tch to come kick it
I'm the type to pay a broke b*tch no attention
If you ain't talking bands I don't even want to listen
If you ain't sucking di*k I don't even want to hit it
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Tryna lay a n*gga down when I'm sliding wit' that choppa
.223's flying at your dome you can't dodge 'em
Raised by the streets and they made me a monster
Got these n*ggas scared to pop out 'cause I'm a problem
Hit 'em with that 'K make 'em gig like Sada
Young rich n*gga, do the Gucci with the Prada
Throw bands on your head, hella bands in my pocket
n*ggas talking bands, yeah b*tch I got a lotta

[Verse 2: AzChike]
di*k her down, blow her back, fix her posture
You better have the strap, I pay shooters, not boxers
Plus the baby Glock, it get tote like a toddler
My shooter love the business smoke a n*gga with some honor on
Too cold b*tch the heat on a stick
Out of line but you broke, b*tch you gotta make sense
Good drip, I'm too good with this rinse
n*ggas hella weak, you too good on that b*tch
She a freak you shoulda seen when she stood on the di*k
Can't no ho finesse me, I just joog on a b*tch
I'm yelling out, "timber" but this wood on a b*tch
One wish, I wish you would in this b*tch
f*ck a hater, b*tch I love that you hating
I ain't gon' cap, I'm getting money like a Mason
I'ma keep it on the low, man that pus*y underrated ugh
f*ck a pig, we ain't scared of no bacon
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Tryna lay a n*gga down when I'm sliding wit' that choppa
.223's flying at your dome you can't dodge 'em
Raised by the streets and they made me a monster
Got these n*ggas scared to pop out 'cause I'm a problem
Hit 'em with that 'K make 'em gig like Sada
Young rich n*gga, do the Gucci with the Prada
Throw bands on your head, hella bands in my pocket
n*ggas talking bands, yeah b*tch I got a lotta