Choppa Talk (Who Dat Is) lyrics

[Verse: NBA Big B & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
That chopper talk
Hit they block, 7.62s, let that chopper off
Let's get active, choppers go to clappin', 'nother body found
Caught that pus*y slippin', knocked his head off 'front his mama house
Hol' on, spank him, now it's time to head home
Mmm, who that is? That's my mama baby
You touch him, I go crazy
Mmm, what it is? I just know they hood, we gon' catch 'em at they store
Yeah, uh, spend a load, or get at 'em
I got E drivin' all my [?], controllin' sh*t like Adam
If my brother want your head, won't send no hits, b*tch, I'll come tap it
Back to back, I'll go to clappin'
Back to back, I let off static
What he said, slime? b*tch, ain't no playin' 'round with my mind
We be spinnin'
Where they lay their head at, I'm right outside
I been feignin'
I see nothin', but blood, I close my eyes
I could smell it, think I taste it, I could feel a homicide
We gotta murder one of them guys, load up, we ride
We don't do no glitchin' when it's time
Pop out, I won't freeze up
b*tch, what up? My threes up
f*ck with somethin'
Hop out with that stock pressed on my shoulder
I just left me somethin'
Bust at somethin'
Swung the Glock across