Testo Choppa Boy - YoungBoy Never Broke Again feat. Birdman
Testo della canzone Choppa Boy (YoungBoy Never Broke Again feat. Birdman), tratta dall'album From The Bayou
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Straight off this
(D-Mac on the fuckin' track)
Convertible, vinyl floors
Ten thousand dollar robes
Top, you already know, son
You know how we livin'
B's up, we do this shit for the- you understand me?
Big money shit, blatt
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
Raised in a boys home, junkies and cellphones
We livin' that street life, we thuggin' but dead wrong
We duckin' the jake niggas but shootin' at fake niggas
We livin' this drug life, the money we make, nigga
Thuggin' it everyday, we shootin' the hallways
No playin', no fam, nigga
We standin' on what we say
We boss, nigga, and we do it like everyday
No cost, nigga, give a fuck 'bout what they say
And I miss my momma, and I miss my daddy
I miss my brother, I watch him ride in that Cadi'
I miss my blood and I miss that love
And I miss my cousin, I watched him die in his pain
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
I remember, met in the street with a nigga bag, everyday was bad
Me and JBoy sittin' in the trap, back and forth, rap
After that all night hustlin'
I done did time down, all alone
Seein' you wasn't around when I made it home
Ridin' in a drop on the same block they killed my cousin
At night, I done sing out my heart, so
Can't get my foot out the streets like I got shackles on
Dump, over 15 million I done made since you been gone
Plus ain't been blowin' up my daddy I been livin' on my own (yeah)
I hopped out once I set the plot, 30 rounds, all wooden chop
Couple blocks and I heard the shots
That's Big E bussin', tryna stop 'em
Got to watch over every penny, can't think 'bout nann dollar
I'ma put shit in the cemetery, and ball for my dead partners
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
Simple, put it on you
Put my life on it, my momma on it
Playin' no games, nigga, stay focused, boy
Ain't no slippin' in this pimpin'
Real rich nigga shit, Big money
Off in them hills, ha, high in them hills
Rich Gang
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, David Mcdowell, Thomas Horton, André Marco
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