Dear, Choppa. lyrics

[Intro: NB Bankz]
Dear, Choppa
Woke up with a big knocka (Fah)
And I keep a big chop (Ugh)
(Mathias)
b*tch

[Chorus: NB Bankz]
b*tch, I woke up with a choppa in my hand and let it spray
He gon' die today
AR, b*tch, I keep a K
223's, I ball like Jordan but I'm shootin' like I'm Ray
Talkin' out and flash my Glock up in his motherf*ckin' face

[Verse 1: NB Bankz]
Choppa got extendo, hollow tips finna make a opp bend do the limbo
Creep with a '30 I tip toe
I ain't playin' no games just sh*t and Nintendo
Like, you match how I match
Beam on a chop these bullets 'gon catch him
I keep attachments, I like to attach
My choppa 'gon open his guts, no latch
What is you do? I don't got a scratch
Shooters gon shoot '30 on my back
I keep a semi-auto with a MAC-10
Bullets 'gon get 'em high like crack
They say, “NB, why you always snappin'?”
I just like talkin' sh*t when I rap
(I keep a semi-auto with a MAC-10)
(Bullets 'gon get 'em high like)
Wet 'em up like pasta
f*ck on a rich fan daughter
Then, put that hoe on a roster
I'm on a road, they givin' me honor
Give her D, now, she think I'm a scholar
PSD's, I left that at home washin'
You see me, I might have to pop ya’
I got a big ass stick, Harry Potter
They 'gon copy me when I tell 'em roger
[Verse 2: 870glizzy]
b*tch, I (Ayy), b*tch, I, b*tch I put faith in my Choppa
Talk bout robbin' me, boy I cannot go for nada
Pop out on him and his partners, he not like that face to face
All I heard was, "rider rider"
Make 'em repeat what he say
I'm in the A where the killers be
b*tches on me know they feel a G
These n*ggas really be b*tch to me
Don't understand how you cool with your enemies
f*ck all the opps as long as I'm breathin'
Huntin' down opps like it's in season
Just like a blood pressure machine, b*tch, these firearms, I'm squeezin'
Dear, Choppa just wan' say thank you for blessing me
Another safe trip cause I kept you next to me
Stay on point I can't let 'em get the best of me
Better thank God ain't none 'em try to test me today
Cause I..

[Chorus: NB Bankz]
b*tch, I woke up with a choppa in my hand and let it spray
He gon' die today
AR, b*tch I keep a K
223's, I ball like Jordan but I'm shootin' like I'm Ray
Talkin' out and flash my Glock up in his motherf*ckin' face (b*tch)
[Outro: NB Bankz]
Big ass choppa