05 Mac - <3 my cH0ppV

Boom
Fah Fah
Boom
Fah Fah
Boom
Fah Fah
Boom
Fah Fah
Pull up spray the choppa like a stop sign, bullets, gonna stop ya
Fucking on your bitch, feel like Luke, she call me father
Fuck you once, after you on mute
Mobbin' like I'm Pac, I'm a shot, collar two
Money makes me taller, pockets never met smaller
Twenty-four, black mamba, I'm a baller
When I shoot, it's water, yo bitch cute, but my choppa hotter
But my choppa hotter
But my choppa hotter
But my choppa hotter
Nigga, talk that smoke, he get hit up with that chrome
Bitch, I'm in my zone, bitch, I got it all on my own
How you make that cash, bitch, I got up off my ass
Twenty-two's on Cadillacs, cops they looking for the Mac
They think a nigga trapped, I'm gripping on the mack
Smoking at the pack, yeah, my choppa got some ass
I'm creeping through the bank, I'm creeping with the shit
Shawty feeling Mac , cause I'm counting stacks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty gon' pour up red
Nigga gon' talk shit when he get hit up
Bitch, im wit my brothers, and we counting out these hunnids
Know that my choppa is a shitter
My choppa get to dumping, with my niggas, we be thuggin'
Bitch, I'm about the guala
Bitch, I'm counting dollars
Bitch, I smash your mama
But my choppa hotter
But my choppa hotter
But my choppa hotter
But my choppa hotter
But my choppa hotter
Pull up, fuck respect , I'm gon' pull up with them techs
Fuck what you represent, I said fuck your set
Fah Fah Fah, Hit your head, we don't aim at necks
Hit your bitch, she jus want some sex
I just be chillin', I just be posted, I just be in the booth
Baby, she with me and my drip, it gon' make her ooze
Smash on an a hoe then I dip, bitch, you know the truth
I don't need no hoe, that shit gon' fuck up the groove
Im up in the stu, yeah
Who that dude? Iss 05, thought you knew, yeah
I'm with the crew, oh like damn, my drip like ou, yeah
Made bad bitch ooze, bad bitch, she gon' choose, yeah
Yeah, she gon' choose, yeah
Took a couple L's, now I'm getting W's
I'm just worried about the loot, if a nigga get too close
Then I'ma, up my tool, knockin' locks, off to top
Smoke them down like they hoots, cause these niggas think I'm soft
Niggas hatin', they ain't ops, niggas lost, they be some bots
Talkin' shit, then send some shots
Talkin' shit, you gon' get got
I be rappin' for a good job
I be out here for that guap
I be out here for that cash
And shawty give me top
Uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah,

Written by:
Joshua James

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