Lil Durk - Choppers N Gunz lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Choppers and guns Don't play with us n***a We k**in' for fun I promise to God I promise to Pablo You know I'm a nino My tolerance zero [Verse 1: Boosie] n***a snatched from your house Clutch you on the couch n***a you don't know my people With the (?) with like 14 people Drink Codeine like it's legal Manny Fresh in the cut all turned up n***a tell my homeboy slow down Laughed at me clutchin' on the four pound n***a bumped his head 'fore I came home Me and Five Gang in the Regal Goin' to get back at the busters I told Fat fall back with the jack heads 'Fore I came home, n***a dusted Now they do it on them buses Come and get you on buster Always I wanna know Do I still roll with Buster? I don't lay down, play around with no n***a Track like boss made, I'm a go getter Still real, still solid, no ho n***a You just heard what happened to them ho n***as Everybody gettin' shot, n***as gettin' stopped Mommas really outchea losin' their sons Might as well keep it real with them young n***as Might as well tell 'em get guns [Hook: Boosie] Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Oh sh** man, here we go with them choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Hope you got choppers and guns [Verse 2: Lil Durk] I can hear my brother racin' whip too Double homicide on 'em, sh** we're takin' two But this ain't what you want with my breakthrough Lil n***a but my heart like I make two You become an opp, you got chased too Crackin' on the DOAs and the change too And you tell me Tina murder ain't make the news If the devil k** me then I'm k**in' you Gat tight like my momma's dress Keep it on me, macaroni's how I aim next And choppers on choppers, rather page Dex And I only want top, don't need s** And when I seen a brick it was summer of 06 I flooded out the Rollie now I look like the ocean Police hurry up and I don't know sh** I talk a lot of sh** like I got Halitosis n***as be mad, what they be mad at? b**hes be broke, what they be sad at? I'ma get fat cash Burkin' Bada** My Fendi the best, my diamonds the clearest You talkin' bout robbin' me? Is you serious? Oh yeah-yeah [Hook: Boosie] Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Oh sh** man, here we go with them choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Hope you got choppers and guns [Verse 3: Young Thug] AKs and Tecs on n***as They aim at your neck for figures These hoes know you fake, they know it You camp and you flex on n***as I shoot at 'em full speed We shoot from the neck to knees Draw down with that Tec and bleed I'm rockin' v-neck with V's I pull up with a b**h and let her riff it real rapid We live by the codes of the streets, respect your daddy They put half a mil to the j**el, now I'm cold like addicts You can't have it f** around, get whacked Thuggin', n***a what? Send him to the other room Yeah, next to the moon When I'm geeked up, bottle shrooms Smokin' Zan like some fumes Where the [Hook: Boosie] Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Oh sh** man, here we go with them choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Hope you got choppers and guns [Verse 4: Boosie] n***as gettin' smoked at the Exxon 'Fore I leave the house, grab the teflon I look at my n***a, you outta here Don't make me say where (?) here n***a lookin' for you, they don't ride round f** a four boy, I got a five pound (?) sh** get deeper Track like Chi-Town Nine shots, ten shots, we can get down You can stand up b**h but you gon' sit down You can man up b**h and you can mess 'round But we and-1 n***as and commit fouls n***as out the road cause these n***as rat Shoulda got him when you seen his name up in black Yeah I'm real, gun one down for a (?) Juice wasn't even no act [Hook: Boosie] Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Oh sh** man, here we go with them choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Hope you got choppers and guns [Verse 5: Boosie] My n***a lil Turn in the papers Heard he own a body in the cape He looked at me like I'm a G though This was when he was in three door Too low, he come for his kilos But he got a bag of them squirters A bag of money and a big a** heart It's about to be capital murder They swing and they whack you on purpose They walk by your house like they turtles You see them, you run, you jump hurdles You left it at home like you murder How the f** I'm supposed to tell lil daddy chill out when the n***a 'round tryna k** him They k**ed his lil cousin and Slim These boys play above the rim [Hook: Boosie] Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Oh sh** man, here we go with them choppers and guns Choppers and guns, choppers and guns Hope you got choppers and guns