Choppas In This Truck lyrics

Yeah, SRT on every Glock
SRT on every Glock
SRT on every Glock (Andre Run It Up)
n*gga, SRT on every Glock
SRT on every Glock
Ay, Ha, b*tch
These b*tch ass n*ggas be hating ( I swear to God)
But imma do me either way (On bro)
You ain’t gotta like me, I don’t like y’all b*tch ass neither
f*ck it, take it up with your mama n*gga



Ay, choppas in this truck n*gga
Play pus*y get f*cked n*gga
Nuck if ya buck n*gga
f*ck ‘round catch a slug n*gga
Posted with them thug n*ggas, money, guns and drugs with us
We’re killers and drug dealers
And it ain’t no love in ‘em
Get your ass stomped out, fifty deep, a hundred feet
Make me bring that mop out, and watch I clеar the whole scenе (Boom Boom Boom)
- 15 (?) look better on a n*gga, come report to me
Like Beta, we be steppin’ on a n*gga, get the smoke for free


Ridin’ in a big body, leaning to the f*cking left
She like she gon leave me, I told her “b*tch I don’t care”
A million other b*tches in this world and its money here
I’m fly like (?) b*tches love my drip, now watch me stutter still
Get sh*t knocked off for acting like you raw, tryna be cool as hell (Pow)
Play Randy Moss and get your life lost cause b*tch I’m throwin’ shell
Ain’t got no boss to strut the path I walk, somehow I still prevail
The game is taught, you bought it n*gga, what the f*ck, you dumb as hell



Bang heads to bang men, bang for a purpose (Yeah)
Dissing me and die like n*gga tell me, was it worth it? (Let’s go)
Now you got your people all black in them churches (What)
Closed casket, closed caption, caught a (?) (Haha)
Ha, I’m not worried bout no n*gga, got my .30 (Got my .30)
We all lurkin’, 10 AM, it’s early (b*tch it’s early)
Treat a opp like some dirt, do him dirty (Dirty b*tch)
b*tch I ball like Jock and I shoot like Curry (Yeah Yeah)
Drac pow pow pow, now n*gga gettin’ sturdy
FN dump two, ole micro .30 (b*tch
Ridin with that tire dirty (That tire dirty)
Better not be outside when we slide cause we purgin’ (Stupid n*gga)


Ay, choppas in this truck n*gga
Play pus*y get f*cked n*gga
Nuck if ya buck n*gga
f*ck ‘round catch a slug n*gga
Posted with them thug n*ggas, money, guns and drugs with us
We’re killers and drug dealers
And it ain’t no love in ‘em
Get your ass stomped out, fifty deep, a hundred feet
Make me bring that mop out, and watch I clear the whole scene (Boom Boom Boom)
- 15 (?) look better on a n*gga, come report to me
Like Beta, we be steppin’ on a n*gga, get the smoke for free


Hahaha, either way this sh*t go man a n*gga gon feel this sh*t
Imma make a n*gga feel this sh*t bruh
n*gga ain’t never gon motherf*ckin’ stop me and don’t plan on motherf*ckin’ stoppin me no time soon n*gga
Here for the long run b*tch