Dr. DMS - Choppa

Got this chopper with me, I can barely walk
All these shooters with me, I ain't gotta talk
Certified in the streets, I'm a fucking boss
And all it take is one day to get you fuckin' off
Model bitch with me, call her Kate Moss
Pass her to the squad, like they Randy Moss
All I do is win, shit I can't take a loss
And if he want beef, you gon' be outlined in chalk
Pull up to his crib, shit we like six deep
Pull up to his crib, shit with like six heat
Why you had me to creep, I thought you wanted beef
They wanna pull up to your crib, want to keep it in the street
These niggas super clown, man they so industry
I'm so super trap, boy I'm so in the streets
Turn the eight ball to a quarter ki
Hustlin' all night, Fredo don't sleep
Say he want five, meet me outside
Right on the side, on the side of Popeye's
'Nother play for three man, yeah they hit my line
Ten by my line, say the parked by five guys

Written by:
Reno Toussaint

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