Big Choppa lyrics

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & ?]
Riding with a shooter, that's 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I’m from the south side, b*tch this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa 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 [?] in the pen

[Verse 1 ?]
[?] hit his whip, he won’t make it
I wear my chain everywhere, you won't take it
You round some real gangstas, n*gga you can't fake it
Having a [?] 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 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 [?] flippin, [?] film them scripts

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & ?]
Riding with a shooter, that’s 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I’m from the south side, b*tch this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa 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 [?] in the pen

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame & ?]
Bullits flying, tryna make his car flip
Hit your block with [?] double back with sticks
Feds taking pics, kodak cause they know we lit
Y'all forgot a shell catcher and a cooling kit
[?] Brick Squad [?]
Ran down with the hammer man, [?] caravan
Couple shooters in the back
I just [?] with the [?]
OG by the [?]
Plug sent [?]
[?]
Need a [?] Imma tax it
Riding round in the [?]
Brick Squad can't never get [?]
[?]
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & ?]
Riding with a shooter, that's 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I’m from the south side, b*tch this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa 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 [?] in the pen

[Verse 3 ?]
Threw the bricks to my squad like I'm Waka
Steppin in the club [?] letting the choppa in
I'm off the perkaset, no a n*gga ain't off a Xan
Drac 1 shot from me, that'll off his head
Pray that they play, Imma bury them
Water in this lil ass piece like an aquariam
Whipped out this big ass Glock, and they was scared as sh*t
I can smell a pus*y [?]
Never see a n*gga out in public [?]
Might hit a n*gga head, bust open for [?]
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

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & ?]
Riding with a shooter, that's 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I'm from the south side, b*tch this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa 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 [?] in the pen