Young Scooter - Choppers lyrics

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Play with them choppers, choppers Play with them choppers, choppers Play with them choppers, choppers Choppers, choppers Play with them choppers, choppers Play with them choppers, choppers Play with them choppers, choppers I'm playing with them Play with them choppers, choppers Play with them choppers, choppers Play with them choppers, choppers Choppers, choppers Play with them choppers, choppers Play with them choppers, choppers Play with them choppers, choppers... squad [Verse 1 : OG Boo Dirty] Shot fired, man down, 100 drone, boy, rocks a don My young n***as, they wretched, bout to snatch a plug, kidnap it With them choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers Yeah we with ya blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka yeah It's just me, Guwop, and Waka, riding around with them choppers Broad day we sparkling, we strapped up desperado I'm just cruising through the streets, me and Road Runner 4 choppers, too deep, me and Road Runner Leave big holes in you like doughnuts Leave the icing on your b**h face like doughnuts Choppers leave you chopped like cold cuts Young mob, bricksquad, b**h get your choppers [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I heard your man, he done pa**ed on, he didn't last long I'm a drop them bands on, they gone sing a sad song k**ed your granddaddy, f** n***a, and your grandson Filled a n***a full of holes, throw his a** a tampon Catch the tuly with the cooly, tech with the breathing holes Got a couple O's but half of them ain't breathing though Got O's that'll k** your a** they don't need no reason for I'm a buy some reefer smoke and send you to your reefer ho Knock on your door, it's nice to meet you Street sweeper, it's nice to bleach you Thousand t-shirt, I bring my blamer cause i ain't got no trust for people Hood a** Gucci got me, all I need is important people Told a goon so I'm a leave em, set it off like Queen Latifah [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Scooter] Aks and 223s carve these extended clips Got hundred round drums, they shoot down bricks Million dollars worth of licks, i hit his own 6 Bricksquad n***as know for taking n***as' sh** Scooter and Waka Flocka, OG and Gucci Mane We shoot head shots, bullets bust your brain Check your mailbox, I sent you 4 things You don't cash out, hit you for playing games Where the young n***as at, I'm talkin' bout shootin' choppers A green light your nine, next notch off your pocket When you playin' with the Rockets, gotta keep it solid Thousands rounds at your a**, your whole hood dying [Hook] [Verse 4: Young Dolph] I pay 200 dollars for my first chopper All I want for Christmas is a motherf**ing chopper On my knees, saying my prayers with my f**ing chopper Too in love with the streets, I never had a ho problem I leave it for them s**ers Them b**hes say he's cool, but he's a dirty motherf**er I ain't got time for it, ain't no need me lying to her I would rather go buy half a pound, get on my click and blow it A 100 in the chopper, 100 hell rocking Everything over here 100, that's why they can't stop us Real street n***as go f** up the whole profit 20 bands worth of guns sitting in one closet