Choppa On U lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cold Game Records for the record
Move like chess not checkers
I don't like him I might take his necklace
Still connected still be f*cking my exes
Kill a n*gga call it mission complete
If he ain't die then it would've been me
If he run up he get hit like a piece
Middle finger up n*gga f*ck your peace
b*tches be talking like they ain't hit often
I even left them b*tches on read
They all in they feelings, they be throwing salt
Put 'em in a show for the net
The only thing I really miss about it is the way she was throwing that neck
I ain't hit, she was upset
She told she was soaking wet
Back on my bully
Say my name on your track don't be silly
I be sipping Ciroc like I'm Diddy
Got some weed and the keys to the telly
I need [?] on some vocals
I be by myself so antisocial
In the trap but my songs in commercials
In your feelings like n*gga who hurt you?
Put that n*gga on the news
All you lil n*ggas is food, all you lil n*ggas is food
I put that choppa on you
Off the xannies I'm acting a fool
In Miami got ho's in the pool (splash)
I f*ck my b*tches in twos
Then I pass them b*tches to you, ooh
[Chorus]
I might just pull up on you
I put that choppa on you
I f*ck my b*tches in twos
I put that choppa on you
I might just pull up on you
I put that choppa on you
Put that n*gga on the news
I put that choppa on you

[Verse 2]
I love the game I'm so passionate
Laid up with a fashion b*tch
Run up on me I'm blasting, b*tch
Leave a n*gga in a casket, b*tch
Young handsome bast*rd
b*tches love me like Prince
Introduced me to they friends
And do you think she got a chance
n*gga don't need no advance
She be on my phone tryna vent
I be in the field like a tent
I fill the Fanta up with Tech
They hidden but it ain't direct
Type of sh*t we don't respect
I heard your sh*t you sound depressed
I heard it I wasn't impressed, unfortunately
I know that they don't want no war with me
They wasn't aware of what's in store for me
My lil b*tch hit the store for me
Got the choppas singing like Floetry
Got the two b*tches at the DoubleTree
These n*ggas trying to get one up on me
I glo'd up and started my company
Gold Game gang gang
Do whatever for the gang
Since the flow go crazy
I've been going money crazy
I will never let it change me
I got her wetter than a navy
I could never let 'em play me
Sipping lean got me lazy
Gold Game gang gang
[Chorus]
I might just pull up on you
I put that choppa on you
I f*ck my b*tches in twos
I put that choppa on you
I might just pull up on you
I put that choppa on you
Put that n*gga on the news
I put that choppa on you

[Outro]
I put that choppa on you
I put that choppa on you
I put that choppa on you
I put that choppa on you
I put that, uh
I put that choppa on you