Brand New Choppa lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm fire n*gga got that purp'
n*gga hatin' on me no work
I'm in that b*tch I skrrr!
I'm in that b*tch I skrrr!
No f*ck n*gga round my circle
Get money n*gga thats for certain
These n*ggas ain't bout that work
These n*ggas ain't bout that work

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my n*ggas off that chain with the choppas
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey, I got 1000 grams of that white sh*t
6,000 pounds of that kush n*gga
A thousand handguns extended clip
But if it come to it we at war n*gga
And why you motherf*ckers so mad at me
It seem like you would be glad for me
Go 'head & talk tall
You ain't scared a me?
You cross me sh*t gon' end tragically
In my ferrari I'm flyin'
I'm usually high
Get my di*k suck by a cutie pie
You sayin I ain't been the sh*t since junior high
You ain't got a truth in ya, n*gga you's a lie
They said it's all fun & games till the tools is out
f*ck you, what you gon' do about it?
You know I click clack bang bang bang shoot a n*gga down
No one else knew about it
Hoppin' all in my G4
Rep Hustle Gang wherever we go
We off the chain you on a leash tho'
Goddamn it must suck to be broke
[Pre-Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm fire n*gga got that purp'
n*gga hatin' on me no work
I'm in that b*tch I skrrr!
I'm in that b*tch I skrrr!
No f*ck n*gga round my circle
Get money n*gga thats for certain
These n*ggas ain't bout that work
These n*ggas ain't bout that work

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my n*ggas off that chain with the choppas
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)

[Verse 2: Travis scott]
Hittin' blunts to the face rest in peace
Pop a pill & Ciroc you'll forget your enemies
21 on that red, 9 on the drunk laps
n*ggas Lyin' come & see
Come & get high jump your ass inside
Go and blow that dough tell your ass don't choke
I feel it now, now I want some more
I overdose, I overdose, we overdose, we overdose
Now, I need it now, I need it
Swear to god, oh god I need it now
Michael Jackson, Jackson, beat it now
Oh my god, I'm terrified
[Pre-Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm fire n*gga got that purp'
n*gga hatin' on me no work
I'm in that b*tch I skrrr!
I'm in that b*tch I skrrr!
No f*ck n*gga round my circle
Get money n*gga thats for certain
These n*ggas ain't bout that work
These n*ggas ain't bout that work

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my n*ggas off that chain with the choppas
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)

[Verse 3: Yung Booke]
(yeah, head up, Booke)
Nah, Forreal
Ya'll pus*y n*ggas ain't having any money in the box, forreal
Nah, Forreal
Choppas so big make em n*ggas say, "Ya'll Forreal?"
Nah, Forreal
And I'll stand on your ass on this bull, Call it Pharrel
Nah, Forreal
You can't take me perform like AC, ya'll chill
Drunk chill, you know who the last of the real
n*ggas couldn't survive where we live
The sound worth mills n*gga flyer than a leer
Talking bout it give a n*gga thrills
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Swear a n*gga can't sit still thumbing thru M's
Thinking bout buying op a crib
Just to show a n*gga how i live
Less than a mill everyday
[Pre-Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm fire n*gga got that purp'
n*gga hatin' on me no work
I'm in that b*tch I skrrr!
I'm in that b*tch I skrrr!
No f*ck n*gga round my circle
Get money n*gga thats for certain
These n*ggas ain't bout that work
These n*ggas ain't bout that work

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
Yeah my n*ggas off that chain with the choppas
Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)

[Verse 4: Young Dro]
Ya’ll n*ggas ain't my kind
Ya’ll flows ain't that fine, matter fact
n*gga ya’ll hoes ain't that fine
Ima real throwed spitter gon make ya hiccup a line
You dont know the time playa, i can close my eyes
I can read you blind bullet
Bullets start flying, shell
Choppa hold 100 real n*gga doin fine, yeah Dro