Lil Uzi Vert and Guap Tarantino - 100 Round Choppers

Choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa
Bitch, choppa
Choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Hunnid round choppas, my lil' niggas like shottas
Might sell ya father, we get plenty of dollars
Have a ménage, uh, with your bitch on my Charger
Was at the bottom now a nigga got larger (yeah, yeah)
Don't want no problems with that bitch, I'ma dodge her (yeah, yeah)
I'm in Miami on the coast eatin' lobster (woo, woo)
I won a GRAMMY just to mean that I'm bossed up (yeah)
Can't wear no panties, yeah, that chick done got tossed up (slatt, slatt)
Yes, I'm a bandit, uh
Came from the planet (woo, woo)
Fuck her then vanish (yeah)
Racks getting managed
Walk in with the stick (yeah), I don't give a shit (yeah)
I just iced my wrist (yeah), VVS, it glist (yeah)

I just paid a rent (rent), choppa came with tint (woo)
I just fucked your bitch and gave her back like (woo, woo)
Nigga keep on talkin', man, that blitz is gon' get sent, yeah
Every beat I'm walkin', makin' hits extravagant (yeah)
I got a bad bitch
Turn to a savage (let's go)
No, I'm not average (what?)
Green like a cabbage
I'ma bag bitch, fuck on the baddest but no, I don't kiss (woo)
Yeah, I'm a Bourne with the Glock, I don't miss
I'm goin' straight to the top on my kids
Went to New York with some ice on my wrist (yeah)
I'm fresh out the boat like I just got some bricks
I gave her one Perc', I said, "Girl, we can half-time"
Got some of ya niggas, they ready, they frontline
All of this money, it blowin' my phone line
I know this shit, perfect time
I done made it off of rhymes
You can't tell me I ain't-

Hunnid round choppas, my lil' niggas like shottas
Might sell ya father, we get plenty of dollars
Have a ménage, uh, with your bitch on my Charger
Was at the bottom now a nigga got larger (yeah, yeah)
Don't want no problems with that bitch, I'ma dodge her (yeah, yeah)
I'm in Miami on the coast eatin' lobster (woo, woo)
I won a GRAMMY just to mean that I'm bossed up (yeah)
Can't wear no panties, yeah, that chick done got tossed up (slatt, slatt)
Yes, I'm a bandit, uh
Came from the planet (woo, woo)
Fuck her then vanish (yeah)
Racks getting managed
Walk in with the stick (yeah), I don't give a shit (yeah)
I just iced my wrist (yeah), VVS, it glist (yeah)

Huh, pull up
SRT, I show you how to steer, yeah
Diamonds in her tongue so it's diamonds in her neck, yeah (let's go)
Diamonds in my belt, but this is not no Giusepp'
Diamonds in my sex, I got diamonds in my TEC
I pull up with a rich bitch, diamonds in her dress (yeah)
Diamonds got no flaws, diamonds stay on VVs, yeah
Forgiato wheels, I don't want no BBS
I got too much pull out by Backwoods out CVS, yeah (Uh)
All brown, Tom Brown suit like UPS, yeah
These hoes for the streets, that's that THL finesse
Fin on my back like a shark
That's an FNS, yeah
Cleanin' up the mess, got the birds like a nest, yeah (baow, baow)

Hunnid round choppas, my lil' niggas like shottas
Might sell ya father, we get plenty of dollars
Have a ménage, uh, with your bitch on my Charger
Was at the bottom now a nigga got larger (yeah, yeah)
Don't want no problems with that bitch, I'ma dodge her (yeah, yeah)
I'm in Miami on the coast eatin' lobster (woo, woo)
I won a GRAMMY just to mean that I'm bossed up (yeah)
Can't wear no panties, yeah, that chick done got tossed up (slatt, slatt)
Yes, I'm a bandit, uh
Came from the planet (woo, woo)
Fuck her then vanish (yeah)
Racks getting managed
Walk in with the stick (yeah), I don't give a shit (yeah)
I just iced my wrist (yeah), VVS, it glist (yeah)

Written by:
Chauncey Davis, Symere Woods

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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