Yoppa lyrics

[Intro]
(Perfect)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Chris Brown]
Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy)
Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherf*ckin' llama (Ayy)
Got the big racks on me, b*tch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama (Perfect)
pus*y rappin' 'bout that choppa, b*tch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah-yeah)
Know I keep a yoppa, b*tch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah)
Know I tote that yoppa, b*tch, you know I keep a yoppa (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Keep a yoppa (Oh)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Keep it on me, yeah, it stay on me at all times
Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, it's suicide
Aimin' at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly
Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry? (Ow!)
Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat (Oh)
Protect my family 'cause I don't trust the police now
Love my choppa and I know she loves me
Ain't no safety 'cause it got the lemon squeeze
(Perfect)

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Don't even try
You ain't 'bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life (Woo!)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Chris Brown]
Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy, father)
Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherf*ckin' llama (Ayy)
Got the big racks on me, b*tch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Yeah)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama (Perfect)
pus*y rappin' 'bout that choppa, b*tch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah-yeah)
Know I keep a yoppa, b*tch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah)
Know I tote that yoppa, b*tch, you know I keep a yoppa (Go, go, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Keep a yoppa (Oh)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Keep a yoppa, my n*gga, I keep a choppa
If you pull it and your gun jam, sayonara, c'est la vie
Say you got a problem, my nig', so what's the problem?
It can go down right now, this slaughter
Should think smarter, should think better
And I ain't 'bout to argue with a grown ass n*gga
I ain't here to play no game
Give a f*ck who you claim
Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Don't even try
You ain't 'bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life
[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Chris Brown]
Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy)
Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherf*ckin' llama (Ayy)
Got the big racks on me, b*tch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama (Perfect)
pus*y rappin' 'bout that choppa, b*tch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah-yeah)
Know I keep a yoppa, b*tch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah)
Know I tote that yoppa, b*tch, you know I keep a yoppa (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Keep a yoppa (Oh)