Choppa Stop Lyrics

Fuck rap, but I'm rappin', we ain't gon' do no cappin

We up, is my brand, Ls music what I'm taxin

I ain't been relaxin', I'm helpin' the household

Smokin' and drinkin' until I'm knockout cold

Squashin it impossible, their behavior is intolerable

Kilo a hoe, he ain't a man, he scared of L, that ain't plausible

Talkin' bout he the founder, nigga, I made y'all owners

Couldn't send the mix for the album, so I'm a loner

Y'all wanna see the paperwork, so I'm gon' lay it flat

Y'all only on 5% cause y'all niggas ain't do shit

You can barely survive, goin' to the studio, you need to stay alive

Sittin' here tryna scrap when you know who the victor

L worried bout jim, ain't see the bigger picture

Pull up to the crib, askin', can I come outside

That ain't gangsta, you a bitch, you don't slide, fuck nigga

How you a leader? Without the plan for the future

I want all the smoke, get the nitro booster

How you niggas bloods, but you don't know the slang or bang

Ain't never repped a thang aint get put on the set you claim

Bunch of gang members in the belly of the beast

Y'all ain't learn shit, so why the fuck I'm gon' teach

Niggas say I'm wrong because I practice what I preach

Got stiff on your ass, maybe it's a form of release, uh

Letting rounds go until that chopper stop

Letting it all hit till it click and stop Just like Roddy said, I'm a war baby

Everybody run, it ain't no safety

Carjackers, kidnappers, murderers, and burglars

Lawbreakers, money takers, that be armed the dangerous

Carjackers, kidnappers, murderers, and burglars

Lawbreakers, money takers, that be on the dangerous

Every time that I write, it's a eternal battle

Between money, hoes, and beef, make my head rattle

Texas snake getting closer to my life force

Then it bites, I see eternal light source

But fuck that, I ain't gon' be on the main course

Like Naruto, bust out of the snake's corpse

In my dream, I bust out of the states courts

Tryna convict me of being in cahoots with my cohorts

All the plans for my future, the judge distorts

So my gang bust in, feel like I'm Jeff Fort

Then they shoot off my chains, L couldn't bind me down

So I pulled them with the reins

Keep on making dollars, I want the dollars and the change

Give them three rounds, call it three-piece canes

I feel like I'm EBK, cause I'm going insane

Dissin' my own folks to show them that I ain't playing

Nobody in my clique could compete with what I'm saying

We up is all mine, I'm the lord of the land

Gon' lose my mind if I'm gone in a can

I ain't gon' show remorse for a pussy nigga man

Turn your life into a movie, put it on demand

Give 50 cent, your rights are short series span

Making money off your demise just like Big and Pac

That's the biggest disrespect, wait, let me stop

Letting rounds go until that chopper stop

Letting it all hit till it click and stop

Just like Rodney said, I'm a war baby

Everybody run, it ain't no safety

Carjackers, kidnappers, murderers, and burglars

Lawbreakers, money takers, that be armed dangerous

Carjackers, kidnappers, murderers, and burglars

Lawbreakers, money takers, that be on the dangerous

I'm one of the greatest writers you ever seen

Tell her shake that ass till it bust out the seams

Baby, give me top till you can't move your knees

Rock your whole body like you got fleas

Bitch, pop that ass like some soda pop, uh

Bitch, pop that ass like some soda pop, uh

Bitch, pop that ass like some soda pop, uh

Bitch, pop that ass like some soda pop

The law has to be questions in my jaw lock

Always staring at your waist cause I'm shell shocked

If I see you start to reach, I let my shells drop

I'm the one throwing the shots, this a diss bop

That's why I'm saying shit like drop it like it's hot

Stick my fingers in your pockets like some wet twat, uh

Bounce, bounce, bounce, make the spring hot

That violence sound good on the beat, huh

Tell her that she look good on my meat, huh

Sneak in the club with a razor on my teeth, huh

I'm sick with it, I'm not just crazy on the beat, uh

This ain't a dance track, but go and move your feet

Ooh, that's that chopper heat

Put your hands up, now dash off the scene

Put him in a gangsta lean, he stiff like a mannequin

Looking at the clock, but he ain't coming back again

Riding around the block, and then I'm spinning back again

Sip the Heineken again, fuck the Ls, I'm trying to win

All my blessings came from sin

That's why I'm out here hustling

Ain't no gun tussling

Keep my head high through all the pain I muster in

Trying to catch up, I'm 22, so I'm doubling the caliber

Plus one, when I think that through, oh, it might hit you

Cause the change in my pockets put you in ICU a quarter and two dimes just to finance you

Letting rounds go until that chopper stop

Letting rounds go until that chopper stop

Letting rounds go until your legs lock

All these niggas punks, all these niggas chumps

I don't fuck with y'all, I'll hit you with the pump

Letting rhymes go until that chopper stop

Letting it all hit till it click and stop

Just like Roddy said, I'm a war baby

Everybody run, it ain't no safety

Carjackers, kidnappers, murderers, and burglars

Lawbreakers, money takers, that be armed and dangerous

Carjackers, kidnappers, murderers, and burglars

Lawbreakers, money takers, that be armed dangerous

I'm dangerous, you niggas I don't trust

We up, we up