Yoppa

Lyrics

[Intro] (Perfect) [Chorus: Trippie Redd, Chris Brown] Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy) Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' llama (Ayy) Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Woo) Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama (Perfect) Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah-yeah) Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah) Know I tote that yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Woo, woo, woo, woo) Keep a yoppa (Oh) [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Keep it on me, yeah, it stay on me at all times Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, it's suicide Aimin' at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry? (Ow!) Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat (Oh) Protect my family 'cause I don't trust the police now Love my choppa and I know she loves me Ain't no safety 'cause it got the lemon squeeze (Perfect) [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Don't even try You ain't 'bout that life You ain't ready to die Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life (Woo!) [Chorus: Trippie Redd, Chris Brown] Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy, father) Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' llama (Ayy) Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Yeah) Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama (Perfect) Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah-yeah) Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah) Know I tote that yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Go, go, woo, woo, woo, woo) Keep a yoppa (Oh) [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Keep a yoppa, my nigga, I keep a choppa If you pull it and your gun jam, sayonara, c'est la vie Say you got a problem, my nig', so what's the problem? It can go down right now, this slaughter Should think smarter, should think better And I ain't 'bout to argue with a grown ass nigga I ain't here to play no game Give a fuck who you claim Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Don't even try You ain't 'bout that life You ain't ready to die Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life [Chorus: Trippie Redd, Chris Brown] Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy) Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' llama (Ayy) Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Woo) Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama (Perfect) Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah-yeah) Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah) Know I tote that yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Woo, woo, woo, woo) Keep a yoppa (Oh)