Choppa Melodies

Yeah, yeah (go, go)

I'm gonna kill it then go lay down

You ain't the gang, you can't hang 'round

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Won't play with a ho, won't play with a clown

We hittin' that lick, we drawin' it down

We missed you, Faygo

Mom, Polack's makin' beats again

Yeah, yeah (go, go)

I'm finna kill it then go lay down

You ain't the gang, you can't hang 'round

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Won't play with a ho, won't play with a clown

We hittin' that lick, we drawin' it down

I'm hittin' your bae, yeah, I'm bustin' down

Can't hear what you say, I'm high right now

Don't hear what you pay, you not my round

We know where you stay, we comin' down

I'm tryna be in LA with all that loud

And we not the same, so know that now

I'm tryna make my mama proud

Choppa gon' kick, like, boy, sit down

Shawty, they say you a lame and I don't doubt that

I be up, I can't rest

Come and get your man 'cause I was fuckin' on a waitress

I'ma do you bad, but I'm a slime and I can't change that

Yeah, he sayin' "Slatt" but I know he ain't really sayin' it

Go, yeah, go

Ya know what I'm sayin', you know what I mean?

I'll never change, I put that on me

You know my city gon' stay with me

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

You not my bro, not my homie

You want me to stop, then come kill me

If you want a verse, then pay for the fee

Hit my DM and I got it for cheap

Swear to God that shit best not be weak

Or I'ma pass all that shit to the fiends

Nigga mad 'cause I'm givin' him hell

And you know I'm GG5L

Sayin' you love me, I can't really tell

And your name is not ringin' a bell

Baby girl, I kinda see why you mad

Thought she had me, I ain't goin' out bad

Talkin' cash, I'ma go get that

Walked in, she got whiplash

I hit and she got enough cash

And her nigga, yeah, he big mad

Oh, he mad, well go fix that

'Fore my toolie go blatt-blatt-blatt

Yeah, go, yeah, go, yeah, go

Oh, he mad he can't get that

Niggas lame and that shit sad

Yeah, go, yeah, go, yeah, go

Drip this and, yeah, drip that

Nigga know he ain't got enough swag

Nigga know he's not like that

All of my niggas be throwin' flags

All of my niggas be totin' guns

So you know we ain't playin' dead

Tell a lil' ho to get back-back

Fuck that lil' ho and get her shit dragged

Know my little shawty not playin' like that

My nigga play then he get smacked

And you know Faygo not for none

He got a gun but won't blow none

Playin' with me, you must be drunk

Marchin' band, choppa soundin' like drums

Why do these bitches think I'm dumb?

You singin' that song and I know how it's sung

Good girl, I can't name one

Heart breakin', I'm so numb

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Smokin' that gas, it's in my lungs

I swear that this rap shit so fun

Yeah, go, yeah, go, yeah, go

A fuck nigga play then I get dumb

And do not play with my day ones

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We missed you, Faygo