Choppas lyrics

[Verse 1]
Half you rapping ass n*ggas ain't never hit a lick
Other half of you n*ggas ain't never seen a brick
More than half of you n*ggas tattletale might snitch
I'ma take a half bounce it back to sixteen zips
Going back and forth to Cali that's sixteen trips
For the sixteen I'ma get them sixteen shifts
Sipping drank by the Cruiser that's sixteen shifts
I was sixteen with a M-16 b*tch
Still see the same n*ggas that I shot
Still see a couple plugs that I robbed (Scary n*gga)
Half the n*ggas see my face got shot
The other half see my face and start to run
A lot of n*ggas play the sideline mascot cheerleader
Pom-poms never get involved
Telling everybody mama what they seen or saw
Type of cluck ass n*gga sell dope to a law
Suspect ass n*gga get jammed tell it all
I'm the type to use the Glock cause it don't jam at all
Strapped up in the trap smoking dope paranoia
Acting like he want packs but he work for the boys
Got a move low-key snitch n*ggas stay scheming (Snitch)
pus*y n*gga signed a plea agreement (f*ck n*gga)
Pull up on 'em thirty choppers squeezing (There he go)
Till it *click click* pus*y stopped breathing
5.56 NATO round bullets he see em'
Put his brains in his lap let him see what he was thinking
Put his feet in cement and then we throw him over deep end
What the f*ck this n*gga thinking? Now his mama at the deacon
Thirty young dirty bast*rds get to blasting no think
Shoot the sh*t up with the Magnum causing havoc no blinking
Why hide?
f*ck n*gga play mine I'll find where you reside
Put your mind on the blinds I'll only give you five [?]
Thirty choppers thirty crash dummies strapped
See them thirty crash dummies where you at?
My young shooters don't play
Thirty hollows with his brain in his lap
n*gga bought a vest I'm shooting at your cap
f*ck n*gga I don't play
More rounds than a heavyweight fight
I ain't boxing you can fight these pipes
Shoot a n*gga in the face
When I catch I'ma shoot him on sight
Like Rico did Calvin at the light
f*ck n*gga ain't safe
[Outro]
Thirty choppers, play if ya' wanna
Pull up on ya', at yo' casa
Like "Where yo' mama?"
Lot of drama, Tecs and llamas
Like f*ck yo' honor, my persona
That's my persona, that's my persona, my persona
That's my persona, that's my persona, my persona
That's my persona