Hustle Gang - Brand New Choppa lyrics

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Hustle Gang - Brand New Choppa lyrics

(performed by Travis Scott, Meek Mill, T.I., Booke, Dro) [Hook 1 - Meek Mill:] I'm fire n***a got that purp' n***a hatin' on me no worr I'm in that b**h I skrrr! [x2] No f** n***a round my circle Get money n***a thats for certain These n***as ain't bout that work [x2] [Hook 2 - 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) [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 hot 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 Grand Hustle Gang wherever we go We off the chain you on a leash tho' Goddamn it must s** to be broke [Hook 1] [Hook 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, (whoo) I need her Swear to god, oh god I need it now Michael Jacksons back son beat it now Oh my god, I'm terrified [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [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 [Young Dro:] [?]