Joey Fatts - Choppa lyrics

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky] co*ky and conceited, I got a bunch of reasons Refused to be mistreated, I'll be damned if I repeat it I be that Pretty Flacko, I tell her go retweet it I ask her for her number, I f** her, then delete it Chilling in my drop, n***a beating down yo' block Shakin' off the pigs and I leave it like my top b**h up on my co*k, got my hand up on my Glock, uh Money in my sock, n***a give me what you got You could call me Mr. Retail, Pigalle for my females b**hes s** me down low, you n***as on the DL I interrupt yo sh** quick, yeah I'm on my Ezel Dump 'em by the ocean you can find 'em with the seashells Rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't talking 'bout no pills Cars stolen, stolen, make 'em tell about the wheels Gettin' all this money give a f** 'bout how you feel Feelin' on this (?) [Hook: Danny Brown] Chopper, choppa hundred shots, knocking pictures off your wall All these hoes on my balls like give me what you got Straght drop in a pot, got the watch, throw it once And it's hot, non-stop like give me what you got, what you got [Verse 2: Joey Fatts] Strapped up and weeded, beefin' I got my reasons We creepin', better pray that you blessed when the snub sneazin' My b**hes, love eatin' so that's threesome when we meetin' Yo b**h cheatin' wait 'til you leave and she swallow semen I'm probably the realest breathin' under 25 I'm the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn't die From the side where hammers is hereditary, Michael Vick with clips Pull off the hip and send bullets to your secondary Run the field like Barry, livin' legendary Foreign cars vary, stickin' dick in business secretaries Hoes give me they heart like it's the fourteenth of February Played her from the start, I just f** and leave her for you to marry It's too much money in this world to worry 'bout a b**h Unless she workin' the strip making my pockets flip My kind of b**h, man she quick and slide off in a Jeep I haven't trusted a b**h since T.L.C. creep [Hook]