Icewear Vezzo - Choppy Talk lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, Max, this one's too hard) I ain't even know that b*tch was recordin' for real You know that we them boys for real Alright, when we gon' start? (Rich off Pints, ni**a) Let me start right now (Max, this what we on, gang?) [Chorus] I'm a lean sippin', pill poppin', dread-headed real rasta Chopper shooter, hitter, they gon' have to find real doctors Got my nephew with me, he just wanna rob and kill somethin' b*tch, we in the field—uh, let me say it over, alright I'm a lean sippin', pill poppin', dread-headed real rasta Chopper shooter, hittеr, they gon' have to find real doctors Rеally from that way, they just rappin', b*tch, we real monsters Grindin' in the field, thuggin', Kway-Kway, he gon' kill somethin' (Kway, he gon' kill somethin') [Verse] b*tch, b*tch, I got real money (I got real money) Snatch a soul, like we in the store, I'm tryna steal somethin' (Come here) Pop a Perc', then another Perc', ain't tryna heal nothin' (Uh-uh) In your city, got a hundred sticks, we tryna build somethin' (Tryna build somethin') Yeah, I get high 'til I don't feel nothin' All this ice on me, take it off, I call that chill bu*ton (Beep, beep, beep) Twenty for a show, an extra five if I got Will comin' (Drank God) I don't want no eighths or want no line 'cause it's a seal comin' ('Cause it's a seal her) fu*k her for a hundred, for a fee, she pry that pussy (Uh-huh) My youngins in the trenches bust your head for an ounce of Cookie (For real) Bust a Rollie down, yeah, this a trophy, I ain't no rookie (Bling) We shoot his crib up to bring him to me, I'm tired of lookin' (Hah) Yeah, try to rob me, we whack his mama, I ain't Ace Boogie (Uh-uh) We would've killed Rico, that ni**a try me like I'm a pussy, yeah VVS watch changin' colors, look like Gushers (Gushers) Now that I think about it, Ace would've never fu*ked my sister, nah Pussy-ass ni**a, get out the club 'cause you is a coward (Kermit) b*tch, I been gettin' money since Lil' Jerry was rockin' Dallas, yeah Real ghetto boy, twenty-eight inch dubs on my Denali (Drank God) I put a switch on it, now that b*tch faster than a Challenger (Skrrt) [Outro] That b*tch faster than a Challenger Fast as sh*t, ni**a Rich off Pints I ain't even got nothin' else to say, 'cause I just been It's just the type of time I'm on, for real Pour me up two, gang, I need like We had only drunk an eight, it should be like Another like four left, some sh*t like that