Trippie Redd - Choppa Shoot The Loudest lyrics

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Trippie Redd - Choppa Shoot The Loudest lyrics

Intro: Chief Keef] Uh, ah (Yeah) Man, your booty called I'm not, babe (Damn, Ryder) It's 3AM, what you—, what you calling for? Come on, man Nah, I ain't no booty callin' ni**a, don't call me I got your money I ain't no booty call, b*tch I ain't no b*tch Haha [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa hit the target (Loudest) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa hit the target (Ooh) [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd] Type of young ni**a that's sliming you out (Ooh, yeah) Type of young ni**a keep that in a drought (Ha) Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (Yeah) Type of young ni**a keep sticks in the cut (Ooh, yeah) Type of young ni**a send packages out (Yeah, yeah) Eatin' the dust when the boys pop out (Ah) [Verse 1: Lil Tecca] (Yeah) Yeah, I told my guys let's get it with no doubt (Doubt) I'm in a Lambo' where foreigns pull out Had to relocate, I just bought a house She slide and I hit it, now she need a towel (Yeah) My baby, she bad, I go the extra mile (Woah) Don't hear what you sayin', b*tch, I'm off the loud (Loud) And she do not want me 'cause I been around, yeah (Around) I got gas up in my pocket, I got gas up in the air Trip' gon' send that boy to Heaven, I'm gon' send that boy to hell (Boy) She just asked me how I'm doin', I told her, "I'm doin' well" If you really thinkin' that you like that, told 'em to pull up and do it again Do it again, yeah, told 'em to do it again, yeah Said that I'm doin' her friend, do it again, yeah Told her to do it again, yeah Told her to do it again, yeah [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa hit the target (Loudest) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa hit the target (Ooh) [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd] Type of young ni**a that's sliming you out (Yeah) Type of young ni**a keep that in a drought (Ha) Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (Yeah) Type of young ni**a keep sticks in the cut (Ooh, yeah) Type of young ni**a send packages out (Yeah, yeah) Eatin' the dust when the boys pop out (Ah) [Verse 2: Chief Keef] Type of young ni**a wipe out in a Lambo' (Lambo') Type of young ni**a spent it all on ammo (Ammo) Type of young ni**a with the all black camo (Camo) Type of young ni**a that changed on famo Type of young ni**a send fifty on Venmo Type of young ni**a that sits and scandals (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Type of young ni**a wear Moncler sandals (Yeah) Type of young ni**a back out where the sand be (Damn, yeah) And I got them tools like I'm handy Type of young ni**a got deals like Wendy's (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Type of young ni**a tried copped some semi's Type of young ni**a took off on the enemy (Skrrt, skrrt) Like catch 'em, can't catch 'em (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) We catch 'em and stretch 'em (Skrrt, skrrt) When we pull up, you better strap up, you say you steppin' (Gang) [Refrain: Chief Keef] I done grew up and seen all type of sh*t happen (Bang, what you do?) I just spent it all and gettin' Morgan, I'm captain (Damn, Ryder, skudusku, okay, okay) Where I'm from, the school don't call granny, ain't know I was absent (Gang, granny) Now I'm at the show, where I got white b*tches flashin' (Gang) Heard he was talkin' crazy, so I am not dappin' him (Bang, what you do?) Told foenem, 20K when I see him, I'm smackin' him (Damn, Ryder, skudusku, okay, okay) We don't fu*k with opposites, b*tch, we don't fu*k with antonyms (dududuh) Red with a bunny rabbit made me feel like Eminem [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa hit the target (Loudest) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest) Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud) Choppa hit the target (Ooh) [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd] Type of young ni**a that's sliming you out (Yeah) Type of young ni**a keep that in a drought (Ha) Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (Yeah) Type of young ni**a keep sticks in the cut (Ooh, yeah) Type of young ni**a send packages out (Yeah, yeah) Eatin' the dust when the boys pop out (Ah)

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