Tory Lanez - Brand New Choppa lyrics

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Tory Lanez - Brand New Choppa lyrics

[Pre-Hook: Meek Mill] I'm fire n***a got that purp' n***a hatin' on me no work I'm in that b**h I skrrr! I'm in that b**h I skrrr! No f** n***a round my circle Get money n***a thats for certain These n***as ain't bout that work These n***as ain't bout that work [Hook: Travis $cott] I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) Yeah my n***as 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** 6,000 pounds of that kush n***a A thousand handguns extended clip But if it come to it we at war n***a And why you motherf**ers 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** gon' end tragically In my ferrari I'm flyin' I'm usually high Get my dick s** by a cutie pie You sayin I ain't been the sh** since junior high You ain't got a truth in ya, n***a you's a lie They said it's all fun & games till the tools is out f** you, what you gon' do about it? You know I click clack bang bang bang shoot a n***a 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 s** to be broke [Pre-Hook: Meek Mill] I'm fire n***a got that purp' n***a hatin' on me no work I'm in that b**h I skrrr! I'm in that b**h I skrrr! No f** n***a round my circle Get money n***a thats for certain These n***as ain't bout that work These n***as ain't bout that work [Hook: Travis $cott] I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) Yeah my n***as off that chain with the choppas Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up) [Verse 2: Travis $cott] 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***as Lyin' come & see Come & get high jump your a** inside Go and blow that dough tell your a** 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-Hook: Meek Mill] I'm fire n***a got that purp' n***a hatin' on me no work I'm in that b**h I skrrr! I'm in that b**h I skrrr! No f** n***a round my circle Get money n***a thats for certain These n***as ain't bout that work These n***as ain't bout that work [Hook: Travis $cott] I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) Yeah my n***as 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 p**y n***as ain't having any money in the box, forreal Nah, Forreal Choppas so big make em n***as say, "Ya'll Forreal?" Nah, Forreal And I'll stand on your a** 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***as couldn't survive where we live The sound worth mills n***a flyer than a leer Talking bout it give a n***a thrills [?] Swear a n***a can't sit still thumbing thru M's Thinking bout buying op a crib Just to show a n***a how i live Less than a mill everyday [Pre-Hook: Meek Mill] I'm fire n***a got that purp' n***a hatin' on me no work I'm in that b**h I skrrr! I'm in that b**h I skrrr! No f** n***a round my circle Get money n***a thats for certain These n***as ain't bout that work These n***as ain't bout that work [Hook: Travis $cott] I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) Yeah my n***as off that chain with the choppas Yeah I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up) [Verse 4: Young Dro] Ya'll n***as ain't my kind Ya'll flows ain't that fine, matter fact n***a 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***a doin fine, yeah Dro

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