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Amuse - 3 Choppaz Lyrics

[Intro]
Killswitch

[Pre-Verse]
Ayy, you pullin' up deep, ain't no problem (Bitch)
Like fuck it, I ride wit' three choppas
Ayy, fuck her then block her, Ibaka (Ha)
Ayy, won't see that ho a mañana
Ayy, smokin' on woods like cabana
Ayy, puffin' on gelato guava
Ayy, call up a task for the drama
Ayy, or fuck it, I ride wit' three choppas

[Verse 1]
Ayy, run down, it's gon' be a hell of a night
Ayy, gun sounds 'fore he even get in my sight
Ayy, calm down, nigga, you ain't living that life
It's a bong lounge, nigga, we addicted to pipes (Ha-ha)
Ayy, niggas washed up, all mothafuckin' has-beens
You in the past tense, all these niggas absent
Brought the double drum out, I do not like flashin'
I'm off the acid, you might get yo' ass kicked
Never catch me gettin' Punk'd out, I am not like Ashton
Big green beam 'cause my Glock like fashion
Tina get to singin', it is not like Braxton
Not like plastic, do not try passing
Taking all yo' shit 'cause I do not like asking
Them bodies in the freezer, this is not like Baskins
Meat cleaver heater, he get chopped, shits madness
Grab the hit sticks, do 'em bad like Madden
[Verse 2]
Ayy, fuckin' around wit' that flock
He gon' run into some shots
We be shootin' shit for Jocc
We be doing this a lot
This lil' stupid bitch outside
Finna scoop her shit, I'm hot
I already told the ho she throwin' for the top
I already know you broke, don't worry 'bout my knot
She already know I'm poled, she told her man to stop
Don't know why he talkin' bold 'cause we don't let shit slide (Nah)
We already know you pussy, keep yo' ass inside (Pussy)

[Verse 3]
Ayy, fuck yo' handshake ho, we came to take shit
Finna buss yo' man face wit' this dirty K clip (Ayy)
Finna buss down the state wit' a whole a hunnid script
Get the fuck out the way, if you ain't in it for the strips
Goofy bitches in my DM's talkin' 'bout I played her (What the fuck?)
I can't chase no bitch, I always been a taker (Ha-ha)
Walkin' round wit' that K like the English in Jamaica (Ugh)
We ain't bring no duct tape, don't fuck around and get yo' face cut
Eyes better stay shut
Wake up to that shake up
Peeking through the window, shootin' off the glass like fundamentals
Potato in the rental with the mask, I'm subliminal
'Fore you can telegraph, I up the bar, fuck up yo' mental
[Verse 4]
Another statistic (Ayy), fuck it, I live it (Ayy)
She left her lipstick on tip of my diznick
I'on like makeup and I'on like kisses (Nah)
She keep her mouth shut, except when I'm in it (Ew)
Bounce to the rhythm, hunnid round that jus' hit 'em
One pound in the denim, another loss to the system
Got the strap in the meeting
Better sign me and I mean it
Fuck a contract, I need treatment
You reject me then I'm squeezin' (Brrt)
Run them residuals, one individual (Ha)
Come to the slums, leave yo' condition critical
Ain't no slobber-knockin' limp
Why you talking like a pimp?
Your bitch told me you a simp, you be foldin' on yo' tens (Ayy)
He be poppin' at the lip, we exposin' 'em again
Send some shots up in his crib, knock the TV off the stand
Shit flyin' 'round the room like a Ouija, I ain't playing
Got the tool, and not a squeegee
Squeeze the D-E out the van (Frrt)

[Outro]
Ayy, you pullin' up deep, ain't no problem
Ayy, like fuck it, I ride wit' three choppas (Hit that with the D-E)
It ain't no chopper, it's not the Super Soaker, so I ain't gon' front, it's just gon' pop