Chopper at the Door (Remix) lyrics

by

808 Mafia


[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
My fish white, order up a salmon at the Pappadeaux
The trap hot, serve you through the window or the burglar bar door
Switched it out, finessed a n*gga, act like I ain't know
Rob who? n*gga, I serve with the chopper at the door
n*ggas act like I'm a rapper, n*ggas know how that sh*t go
n*ggas think this sh*t gravy, know how that sh*t go
Triple cross beat the double cross, know how that sh*t go
Better be glad I'm rapping, n*gga
If I wasn't, I'd kick your door

[Verse 1: Diego Dose]
I've been finessing and robbing
Neiman Four Seasons my closet
I should walk around with a toilet
I sh*t everywhere and I'm sorry
She said: "You a dog"; I'm like: "Probably"
Don't come 'round here sniffing and fishing
You [?] missing, a young n*gga tripping
They on them narcotics and that's how we living
Bought me a 'Vette off dog food juuging
OG gas, going fast for the pimping
That 33 for you slow motherf*ckers
I can make a hundred G's, still be home before supper

[Interlude: Diego Dose]
n*gga
Diego, Pablo
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I serve the white and eat the grilled salmon at the Pappadeaux
The trap hot, serve you through the window or the burglar bar door
Switched it out, finessed a n*gga, act like I ain't know
Rob who? n*gga, I serve with the chopper at the door
n*ggas act like I'm a rapper, n*ggas know how that sh*t go
n*ggas think this sh*t gravy, know how that sh*t go
Triple cross beat the double cross, know how that sh*t go
Better be glad I'm rapping, n*gga
If I wasn't, I'd kick your door

[Verse 2: MPR Tito]
Play with them bricks like I'm [?]
Still making plays on vacation
I got more white girl than Playboy Mansion
I made a stash at a vacant
I need my lens like I'm a patient
Stay with the gun like a motherf*cking station
If I run out of [?] I'ma rip off a [?]
Bags in my [?], looking straight from the Bay
Vixen from Vegas, she riding away
Keep one in the head, I put one in her hair, ain't no other way
Travelling and trafficking state to state
Couldn't bust down the pocket, just serve the whole plate
I got that Ricki Lake in my Bathing Ape
You think that's [?] but it really ain't
Four Seasons, so the number changed
I [?] and go feast like the king
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I serve the white and eat the grilled salmon at the Pappadeaux
The trap hot, serve you through the window or the burglar bar door
Switched it out, finessed a n*gga, act like I ain't know
Rob who? n*gga, I serve with the chopper at the door
n*ggas act like I'm a rapper, n*ggas know how that sh*t go
n*ggas think this sh*t gravy, know how that sh*t go
Triple cross beat the double cross, know how that sh*t go
Better be glad I'm rapping, n*gga
If I wasn't, I'd kick your door
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