ChopsquadDJ - Hiding lyrics

[Intro] What do you want? [x8] [Hook] I got choppers, I got gwala I got partners, send you to the doctor I got guns, singing like opera And my partners, they got money We ain't for nu'uh f** ya momma, f** ya poppa What the f** you doing, if you ain't getting money? b**h I'm 3hunna, my n***as riding And we sliding, b**h we ain't hiding [Verse 1] I got my pistol, that's my issue My pistol get you, it got that grip too I shoot it at you, them bullets catch you And now you're done, you couldn't wrestle All of these n***as, they pretenders Act like they with you, they out to get you So don't trust them, so don't love them They want your spot, they want your hustle You flex and they want your muscle Rings on all 10 hands and they want your knuckle b**hes calling me, they want my time But I'm chasing all this money runnin' [Hook] I got choppers, I got gwala I got partners, send you to the doctor I got guns, singing like opera And my partners, they got money We ain't for nu'uh f** ya momma, f** ya poppa What the f** you doing, if you ain't getting money? b**h I'm 3hunna, my n***as riding And we sliding, b**h we ain't hiding [Verse 2] What do you want? Where are you going? What you doing, if you ain't getting money? I'm smoking ganja, I'm counting commas I got my llama, so n***a don't try us I'm blasting at you, I'm laughing at you Flexing throwing cash up on your b**h And throwing cash up at you I threw some cash up at you Cause you need to catch up You full of mayonnaise, I'll let Nina red ya You in the red line, that's the dead line You ain't got my money on time Then that's your head mon Bumbaclottin', Rasta-rockin' Rastafari mothaf**a, damn near lion [Hook] I got choppers, I got gwala I got partners, send you to the doctor I got guns, singing like opera And my partners, they got money We ain't for nu'uh f** ya momma, f** ya poppa What the f** you doing, if you ain't getting money? b**h I'm 3hunna, my n***as riding And we sliding, b**h we ain't hiding