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Choppa in Check Video (MV)




Performed By: Champion la Deceased & Hunn
Length: 2:27
Written by: Teodor Danescu




Champion la Deceased & Hunn - Choppa in Check Lyrics




I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

You want the hands and the war huh
Get me my bands or I'll floor ya
I got these chains of the score ya
You taking L's I ashore that

Anubis the man yeah I do this (Huh)
You killin' rappers "Yo who this?" (Huh)
Smoke you like a swisher I lose this (Huh)
Hunny gettin' bigger I school this (Huh)

Sound the same on every song
Boi you sus you think I'm wrong
Your bitch callin' my phone
Yeah she singin' my songs
Hit her from the back yeah
Yeah I hit her wrong
Yea boi you sis
Ima hit you wrong

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

(Yeah... WHAT... ay yah... BITCH!)

Gucci flip flops holdin' onto my Dickie (Bow bow bow)
Hot bullets build up in your mouth like he Mickey (Oi)
He can't take the pain so he oink like a piggy (Oink oink)
Rottin' your corpse and you get hella stinky

Buyin' my paper, I'm rollin' my sticky
Blowtorch the tip then I light it up hippy (Ve ve ve)
Got me no patience I'm twitchin' I'm iffy
She suckin' this dick after four shots of whiskey

Ridin' on down he can't figure me out
Cause the puss boy still dressin' like bubbly boy scouts (Ha ha ha ha)
I can see from afar that you're warming our dugout
We number one crew you can't get in our hideout (Get out get out)

These diamond tip hollows get stuck in your brain (Pew pew pew)
I'm a tyrannous surgeon with a voice like the bane
And I got my diploma fromma south of Bahrain
You're a marvelous species, who's shipped from Ukraine (FUCK)

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct
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I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

You want the hands and the war huh
Get me my bands or I'll floor ya
I got these chains of the score ya
You taking L's I ashore that

Anubis the man yeah I do this (Huh)
You killin' rappers "Yo who this?" (Huh)
Smoke you like a swisher I lose this (Huh)
Hunny gettin' bigger I school this (Huh)

Sound the same on every song
Boi you sus you think I'm wrong
Your bitch callin' my phone
Yeah she singin' my songs
Hit her from the back yeah
Yeah I hit her wrong
Yea boi you sis
Ima hit you wrong

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

(Yeah... WHAT... ay yah... BITCH!)

Gucci flip flops holdin' onto my Dickie (Bow bow bow)
Hot bullets build up in your mouth like he Mickey (Oi)
He can't take the pain so he oink like a piggy (Oink oink)
Rottin' your corpse and you get hella stinky

Buyin' my paper, I'm rollin' my sticky
Blowtorch the tip then I light it up hippy (Ve ve ve)
Got me no patience I'm twitchin' I'm iffy
She suckin' this dick after four shots of whiskey

Ridin' on down he can't figure me out
Cause the puss boy still dressin' like bubbly boy scouts (Ha ha ha ha)
I can see from afar that you're warming our dugout
We number one crew you can't get in our hideout (Get out get out)

These diamond tip hollows get stuck in your brain (Pew pew pew)
I'm a tyrannous surgeon with a voice like the bane
And I got my diploma fromma south of Bahrain
You're a marvelous species, who's shipped from Ukraine (FUCK)

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct

I got my choppa in check
Grippin' your neck like tec
24 bullets you next
24 hoes in direct
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Writer: Teodor Danescu
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