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Young Thug - Choppas On Choppas Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers)
YSL, slatt, slime, Taylor gang, you dig, slime, choppers, Jeffery
(Wheezy Beats)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Boy, this a new AK, that shirt for the shell case
I shoot for my dawgs, dawg, I rip it the worst way
We not using baking soda, but shit is a pancake
She say I should try to chill, that ain't what the Xan say
I got choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Voom, voom, voom, voom, voom, let’s get it)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
(Thugga!)
Diamonds and (?)
I know what's up with you bitches just raw, raw
She ain't no good ,she done fucked almost all the dawgs
Caught in the club, I done pulled a crystal on her
Got choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas
Got choppas on sticks on some sticks and some more and some choppas
Got sticks and the motherfucker black like the motherfucker Rock
I got my first stick and that bitch was all black like Barack
I got a lil’ bitch and she twerk like the daughter of Barack
I got a new spot with them sticks on the top like Barack
You play, I'ma air your ass out and I don't plan on stoppin'
Colorful money, Monopoly, colorful money Monopoly
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Boy, this a new AK, that shirt for the shell case
I shoot for my dawgs, dawg, I rip it the worst way
We not using baking soda, but shit is a pancake
She say I should try to chill, that ain't what the Xan say
I got choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Voom, voom, voom, voom, voom, let's get it)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Young Khalifa got pounds in the trunk
Fuck a none smoking son rolling up for the one
Imma rich nigga I don't walk through the front
And I'm been getting paid, so I don’t really got to stunt
You don’t get fly, you don't get stoned
You don’t get high, your bitch gave me dome
You don't make two million off a tour, dawg, I'm just getting home
You don't got two or three bitches that’s better than motherfuckers sendin' them pics through your phone
You don't got kush in your cone
You don't got millions of clones
You don't get fresh and go way overseas with your name on a plane you just flown
Khalifa don't play by the rules
I don't bend 'em or break 'em, I'ma make 'em my own
Finna make another billion dollars as soon as this KK get grown
I'm make a stain out you dissing no little shit that I'ma aim at you, man
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Boy, this a new AK, that shirt for the shell case
I shoot for my dawgs, dawg, I rip it the worst way
We not using baking soda, but shit is a pancake
She say I should try to chill, that ain't what the Xan say
I got choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Voom, voom, voom, voom, voom, let's get it)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
(Yeah, Thugga, Slatt, Jeffery)
I got some stoner get homie I'm raw, raw
She came through a Cartier owner she raw dawg
I'm saucy, I got me some gators on my balls
She throw that shit back in the room like all all
I tried out ya block and I got a chopper, chopper, chopper
On the lonely ladder going to the top, ayy
Even if you fit the picture, you gettin' cropped, hey
Jeffery all going cop going cop, ayy
Welcome turn the sticks i'm sitting on choppers
We big warrant coming down your block today
We go, go to war with 12, no bottom blockin' (Pussy)
And I know you know how all them slimes rockin', man
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Boy, this a new AK, that shirt for the shell case
I shoot for my dawgs, dawg, I rip it the worst way
We not using baking soda, but shit is a pancake
She say I should try to chill, that ain't what the Xan say
I got choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Voom, voom, voom, voom, voom, let's get it)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
(Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers