Текст FBG Duck – Choppa Party

FBG Duck:
Yeah, you know
Whole lot of gang shit, you know what I’m saying
Gang-Gang since potty trainin’

Nigga who the fuck? Want war with us
Boy don’t get your coconut opened up
Never been no pussies ain’t no hoe in us
Wanna get into it, nigga show us some
When I’m emptying choppas, I ain’t talkin Harley
Glaow-Glaow, turn this to a choppa party
Whacked his ass, he gon need a doctor probably
Choppa got a loud mouth, don’t get my choppa started

FBG Dutchie:
New Glock, bitch, top peanut butter
That’s for any jam, nigga shake some
What the fuck? Nigga who the hell?
Choppa close his blinds, like it’s no one there
Hit him with two different caps the autopsy said
I smoked his top, he smoked his top you know we had to share
And my shorty’s on point like ball players
Turn into a choppa party, that nigga hardly lived

FBG Duck:
Nigga who the fuck? Want war with us
Boy don’t get your coconut opened up
Never been no pussies ain’t no hoe in us
Wanna get into it, nigga show us some
When I’m emptying choppas, I ain’t talkin Harley
Glaow-Glaow, turn this to a choppa party

FBG Young:
On O this, on O that
Send your ass where O’ at
Niggas wanna hold some
30 clip, hold that
And we gave em everything, like our ass owed that
Nigga came up too short, Newport, smoke that
Shoota’s slide and they pull up at Vino’s
Choppa party and it’s crackin’ like
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Trendsetter like I
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Crease him up with the iron or regal
Who the fuck? Want war with us
(Huh) banana clip, split a nigga coconut

FBG Duck:
Nigga who the fuck? Want war with us
Boy don’t get your coconut opened up
Never Been no pussies ain’t no hoe in us
Wanna get into it, nigga show us some
When I’m emptying choppas, I ain’t talkin Harley
Glaow-Glaow, turn this to a choppa party
Whacked his ass, he gon need a doctor probably
Choppa got a loud mouth, don’t get my choppa started

Nigga, oh shit
Broski got a nick
And he got a stick
Choppa got a dick
Got two twin guns with drums, look like I got tits
You either take a knee, or I’ma Kaepernick
Nigga we the real tweakers, boy don’t tweak with us
We be out here more than them, the boys ain’t street as us
If I put a mask on then here the Reaper come
You gon get your mans killed tryna geek him up

Nigga who the fuck? Want war with us
Boy don’t get your coconut opened up
Never been no pussies ain’t no hoe in us
Wanna get into it, nigga show us some
When I’m emptying choppas, I ain’t talkin Harley
Glaow-Glaow, turn this to a choppa party
Whacked his ass, he gon need a doctor probably
Choppa got a loud mouth, don’t get my choppa started

FBG Cash:
Choppa over here, I can hit you up from over there
Make me pull up on your block then shoot then disappear
Lookin’ in the mirror, told myself I’m really bout that
If I can’t catch you in traffic, I come where your house at
They say then gon kill who? But we really doubt that
He don’t wanna talk, pull up and get your shit splat
We them niggas, got them niggas claiming GetBack
Boy don’t make us pull up on you at your kickback