Yo Gotti - Choppa Talk lyrics
[Hook: Trae Tha Truth] I guess a bunch of n***as forgetting that I'm the man Gon be problems if you get me to tripping, ya understand? n***a being way too fly, it's time to land I'm an a**hole - Never got ho'd, I never ran (Cheh) I got this chopper, (Cheh) I got this chopper (Cheh) I got this chopper, (Cheh) I got this chopper (Cheh) I got this chopper, (Cheh) I got this chopper (Cheh) I got this chopper, (Cheh) I got this chopper [Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] I'm king in this b**h, n***a f** who don't like it Ho n***as been on that f** sh** I see it now like I'm psychic Look b**h, I've been on that street sh** I trip for real, I don't play ho Bananna clip is extended These Bullets go when I say so Back in my zone and I'm throwed off You must ain't heard, b**h I'm throwed off I jump out and talk with this chopper Talk back and get your head blown off I'm in a Dope fiend Rental covered in black Bad b**h never geek when I'm in the back a**hole number one and that's a fact Yellin out f** em all, b**h I'm back Strapped up, black mask In the hood, lights off Waitin' on one of you ho n***as to get fly Wrong n***a budge about to get the right loss Gonna hit 'til I've called it quits Want that business I get your fix But don't forget you been on my dick Something like lupus, look b**h I'm sick [Hook: Trae Tha Truth] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I'm so Machiavelli, I go straight 2 Pac up in this b**h Quit playin' with these rap a** n***as, you got the sh** You only wait like the rest of these n***as, got reservations You at the table and they waitin' to sit down – that's why they hatin' You don't want your chain triple gold or life invaded I ain't lyin' man it look like it came with black Impala It's only lyin' if it's really like that, then n***a holla 2 fears, jizzle young rich and real so f** who ought to Got that big man, that boy 'bout that number 3 out this bit Got the all wood handle look like a tree out this b**h What you know about money? So sick, it need a doctor Just so k**ing everything that he on, he like a chopper [Hook: Trae Tha Truth] [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] Gorilla team, straight like that – we got bananas High yellow beam on his a** – I go bananas AR 15 my n***a, yea I'm commando You know every n***a 'round me is shootin' so what you playin' for? n***a put his hands on Gotti? That's a no go You a plug comin front me them bricks, I be a no show Club out that parking lot, it's like a gun range Ain't never play no colors, I make the gun bang Ye ain't never shot no pistols, you let your boys do it All you do is ra-ra talk and I see straight through it Yea I'm 'bout them choppers, holiday as if they bright life Chopper they don't throw, let it ride cause they act right [Hook: Trae Tha Truth]