Big Ol Choppa

Lyrics

[Intro] (MIA JAY C) [Chorus] Put them shooters on your ass, they up the score Big ol' chopper sit a nigga on his backside Mob ties, give a fuck about no rap ties I went platinum from the kitchen, I'm a trap god I ain't steppin' out the crib unless it's past five Fuck the opps, niggas know what happened last time The streets raised me, these my brothers on my dad's side Nigga make the news, he end up on my bad side Nigga, I been sippin' all this lean just to pass time Fuck the opps, niggas know what happened last time Yeah, I'm rich, but I still think about them bad times Bag trips, I'm tryna stay away from bad vibes [Verse] I ain't really been the same since my Grams died You ever killed a man? You ever seen your mans die? Still can count a hundred thousand with my hands tied I heard Fully took the stand, he ain't my mans now I used to fuck with STO, they ain't my friends now .308s out the chopper flip a van 'round .308s hit your noggin, it's a man down 'Member I ain't have a dollar, I got bands now You ain't never got no dollars, whip a band out Nigga play me, breaking news, that's how it's playin' out I told my bro I see an opp, pull a fan out Fired every bullet out the Glock 'til I ran out [Chorus] Put them shooters on your ass, they up the score Big ol' chopper sit a nigga on his backside Mob ties, give a fuck about no rap ties I went platinum from the kitchen, I'm a trap god I ain't steppin' out the crib unless it's past five Fuck the opps, niggas know what happened last time The streets raised me, these my brothers on my dad's side Nigga make the news, he end up on my bad side Put them shooters on your ass, they up the score Big ol' chopper sit a nigga on his backside Mob ties, give a fuck about no rap ties I went platinum from the kitchen, I'm a trap god I ain't steppin' out the crib unless it's past five Fuck the opps, niggas know what happened last time The streets raised me, these my brothers on my dad's side Nigga make the news, he end up on my bad side [Outro] (Funk or Die)