Big Choppa lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
(BeatGang)
Squad
f*ck goin' on? (Stuntman)
Bands
Bands
Squad

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Riding with a shooter, that’s two extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngins turn to demons when they on the Xans
I'm from the South side, b*tch, this is gangland
Whipped out this big chopper and them n*ggas ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again
Couldn’t find him, the streets got him poked in the pen

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Them 7.62s hit his whip, he won't make it (He won't make it)
I wear my chain everywhere, you won't take it (Boy)
You round some real gangsters, n*gga, you can't fake it (Lil' boy)
Having a seizure when I got the chopper shaking
Come get your mans murked, n*gga, for some sh*t you did
The n*ggas that I'm with sick, they'll f*ck around and hit your kid
We kill rats, we kill snakes, and we’ll kill a pig
Catch you out with your b*tch, take off her wig
Pull up in the caravan, tear up that Benz
I’m hoppin' out on a n*gga, I ain’t hitting up no crib
6 shot, headshot, I ain't hitting no ribs
Still pill flippin, auntie gon' film them scripts
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Riding with a shooter, that's two extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngins turn to demons when they on the Xans
I’m from the South side, b*tch, this is gangland
Whipped out this big chopper and them n*ggas ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again
Couldn't find him, the streets got him poked in the pen

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame & ?]
Bullets flying, tryna make his car flip (sh*t)
Hit your block with hemmies, double back with sticks
Feds taking pics, Kodak, 'cause they know we lit (sh*t)
Y'all forgot a shell catcher and a cooling kit
You look, we shootin' a Brick Squad, BandGang
Ran him down with the hammer man, Lonnie swervin' in the caravan
sh*t, couple shooters in the back, sh*t
I just touched down with the pack
sh*t
OG by the LB
Plug send it through the mail, please
He gon' say that I'm a jacket
Need a P, I'ma tax it
Riding round in the sprinter
Brick Squad gang member, [?] sh*t on a track, b*tch
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame, BandGang Lonnie Bands & ShredGang Mone]
Riding with a shooter, that's two extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngins turn to demons when they on the Xans
I'm from the South side, b*tch, this is gangland
Whipped out this big chopper and them n*ggas ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again (Shred)
Couldn't find him, the streets got him poked in the pen

[Verse 3: ShredGang Mone]
Threw the bricks to my squad like I'm Waka
Them ain't steppin' in the club if they ain't letting the chopper in (Uh-uh)
I'm off the Percocet, no, a n*gga ain't off a Xan (Nah)
Baby Drac', one shot from it, it'll off his head (Bah)
Pray that they play, I'ma bury 'em (R.I.P)
Water in this lil'-ass piece like an aquarium
Whipped out this big-ass Glock, and they was scared as sh*t
I can smell a pus*y in him, I'ma shred his kit (ShredGang)
Ever see a n*gga out in public, know I'm carryin'
Might hit a n*gga head, bust open for a Larry zip
I'm the type of n*gga take his chain and I'm wearing it
Big Glock in the backpack with a 30 in it, Shred

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Riding with a shooter, that's two extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngins turn to demons when they on the Xans
I'm from the South side, b*tch, this is gangland
Whipped out this big chopper and them n*ggas ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again
Couldn't find him, the streets got him poked in the pen
[Outro]
(Stuntman)
(BeatGang)