100 Round Choppers

Lyrics

[Intro] Choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa Bitch, choppa Choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob [Chorus: Guap Tarantino] Hunnid round choppas, my lil' niggas like shottas Might sell ya father, we get plenty of dollars Have a ménage, uh, with your bitch on my Charger Was at the bottom now a nigga got larger (Yeah, yeah) Don't want no problems with that bitch, I'ma dodge her (Yeah, yeah) I'm in Miami on the coast eatin' lobster (Woo, woo) I won a GRAMMY just to mean that I'm bossed up (Yeah) Can't wear no panties, yeah, that chick done got tossed up (Slatt, slatt) Yes, I'm a bandit, uh Came from the planet (Woo, woo) Fuck her then vanish (Yeah) Racks getting managed Walk in with the stick (Yeah), I don't give a shit (Yeah) I just ate my wrist (Yeah), VVs, it glisten (Yeah) [Verse 1: Guap Tarantino] I just paid a rent (Rent), choppa came with tint (Woo) I just fucked your bitch and gave her back like [?] (Woo, woo) Nigga keep on talkin', man, that business gon' get sent, yeah Every beat I'm walkin', makin' hits extravagant (Yeah) I got a bad bitch Turn to a savage (Let's go) No, I'm not average (What?) Green like a cabbage I'ma bag bitch, fuck on the baddest but no, I don't kiss (Woo) Yeah, I'm a Bourne with the Glock, I don't miss I'm goin' straight to the top on my [keys?] Went to New York with some ice on my wrist (Yeah) I'm fresh out the boat like I just got some [?] I gave her one Perc', I said, "Girl, we can hang sometime" Got some of ya niggas, they ready to [?] line All of this money, it blowin' my phone line I know this shit, perfect time I done made it off of rhymes You can't tell me I ain't— [Chorus: Guap Tarantino] Hunnid round choppas, my lil' niggas like shottas Might sell ya father, we get plenty of dollars Have a ménage, uh, with your bitch on my Charger Was at the bottom now a nigga got larger (Yeah, yeah) Don't want no problems with that bitch, I'ma dodge her (Yeah, yeah) I'm in Miami on the coast eatin' lobster (Woo, woo) I won a GRAMMY just to mean that I'm bossed up (Yeah) Can't wear no panties, yeah, that chick done got tossed up (Slatt, slatt) Yes, I'm a bandit, uh Came from the planet (Woo, woo) Fuck her then vanish (Yeah) Racks getting managed Walk in with the stick (Yeah), I don't give a shit (Yeah) I just ate my wrist (Yeah), VVs, it glisten (Yeah) [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Huh, pull up SRT, I show you how to steer, yeah Diamonds in her tongue so it's diamonds in her neck, yeah (Let's go) Diamonds on my belt, but this is not no [?] Diamonds in my sex, I got diamonds in my [Tet?] I pull up with a rich bitch, diamonds in her dress (Yeah) Diamonds got no flaws, diamonds stay on VVs, yeah Forgiato wheels, I don't want no BBS I got too much pull out by BackWoods, I CVS, yeah (Uh) All brown, Tom Brown suit like UPS, yeah These hoes for the streets, that's that THL finesse Fin on my back like a shark It's a FNS, yeah Cleanin' up the mess, got the birds like a nest, yeah (Baow, baow) [Chorus: Guap Tarantino] Hunnid round choppas, my lil' niggas like shottas Might sell ya father, we get plenty of dollars Have a ménage, uh, with your bitch on my Charger Was at the bottom now a nigga got larger (Yeah, yeah) Don't want no problems with that bitch, I'ma dodge her (Yeah, yeah) I'm in Miami on the coast eatin' lobster (Woo, woo) I won a GRAMMY just to mean that I'm bossed up (Yeah) Can't wear no panties, yeah, that chick done got tossed up (Slatt, slatt) Yes, I'm a bandit, uh Came from the planet (Woo, woo) Fuck her then vanish (Yeah) Racks getting managed Walk in with the stick (Yeah), I don't give a shit (Yeah) I just ate my wrist (Yeah), VVs, it glisten (Yeah)