Chop
Bow
Woo
Long Live 'Big T, Lone Live King A, broke ass Nigga
Hit him in his chest, call it tie-dye
In the coupe, drivin' fast, this bitch got wifi
Big chop, gettin' chicken, why would I lie
A-R, hit his face, call Allah
Cartier, cost 30, got your bitch blind
Daytona chop, pull up gang outside
Call auntie, tell that bitch I need some 7.5s
Yeah, Trill want him gone, then that nigga dyin
I'ma show you what to do with these blue strips
A-R riding , dirty with them blue tips
Yeah, money on his head, that's a bounty
Money counter stuffin', bitch, I don't gotta count it
A thousand pints in the stool, that's a fountain
All these f*ckin' blues, I don't need an accountant
Cut my plug from the bass and major bows
Big chop, yeah, bitch, I get major lows
T.F. pendent and this bitch glistenin
Tell your bitch, calm down, ho, listen
42 with the sparkles like this bitch up
Niggas broke as hell, they need to do some sit-ups
High speed, slap the sky, the sports, it's an Athlete's
Big chops, I don't need no scope, shoot with accuracy
30 racks, all blue bundles, they look like to me
The police, you can lie to them, but don't lie to me
Like Big Meech, I be feelin' like family, everything
But I be Lamar in the club, you can't stop the rain
Big money, I got limit money, I can buy anything
Poppin' perks, I be off these drugs, don't wanna feel any pain
Chrome heart, Cartier frames, like I be teachin' shit
When they start showin' you to a to much,
Peep that shit, play your part, only take the shot
When you sure, it's gon' swish
It was days when I needed a plug, I ain't never need a bitch
O.T. with my ice on, this a travel kit
If I up this Glock, get the shooting, you can't stop that
I be ridin' dirty, searchin' where the narcs at
If thet get behind the whip, I might, like, come back
Happy you just got your first ten, that's like one rack
In the Maybach, outta Cali, high off the whip it, and that was it
Diamonds hitting everything we stand on, Bitch, we mean in business
Big 40, heard the pussy scream, so I know it hit
High ticket, said he dropped the numbers, if I come and get it
Run with TF, we the nation, movin' like the Mob
Supercharged, lot of bankrolls, ain't even Got a job
Two perks, put them on my tongue, then I Take a shot
One up top, put one in your dome, if you play me, cop
Got her curious, lookin' at my gun, look what that swiss do
If that nigga that you with a bitch, then you a bitch too
600 for the Gucci hat, 600
For the buckle
I just text the perky lady, I told her that I
Love you
Colossal Chop - Bonus(High Speed) Lyrics
Colossal Chop - Bonus(High Speed) Lyrics
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English
Chop
Bow
Woo
Long Live 'Big T, Lone Live King A, broke ass Nigga
Hit him in his chest, call it tie-dye
In the coupe, drivin' fast, this bitch got wifi
Big chop, gettin' chicken, why would I lie
A-R, hit his face, call Allah
Cartier, cost 30, got your bitch blind
Daytona chop, pull up gang outside
Call auntie, tell that bitch I need some 7.5s
Yeah, Trill want him gone, then that nigga dyin
I'ma show you what to do with these blue strips
A-R riding , dirty with them blue tips
Yeah, money on his head, that's a bounty
Money counter stuffin', bitch, I don't gotta count it
A thousand pints in the stool, that's a fountain
All these f*ckin' blues, I don't need an accountant
Cut my plug from the bass and major bows
Big chop, yeah, bitch, I get major lows
T.F. pendent and this bitch glistenin
Tell your bitch, calm down, ho, listen
42 with the sparkles like this bitch up
Niggas broke as hell, they need to do some sit-ups
High speed, slap the sky, the sports, it's an Athlete's
Big chops, I don't need no scope, shoot with accuracy
30 racks, all blue bundles, they look like to me
The police, you can lie to them, but don't lie to me
Like Big Meech, I be feelin' like family, everything
But I be Lamar in the club, you can't stop the rain
Big money, I got limit money, I can buy anything
Poppin' perks, I be off these drugs, don't wanna feel any pain
Chrome heart, Cartier frames, like I be teachin' shit
When they start showin' you to a to much,
Peep that shit, play your part, only take the shot
When you sure, it's gon' swish
It was days when I needed a plug, I ain't never need a bitch
O.T. with my ice on, this a travel kit
If I up this Glock, get the shooting, you can't stop that
I be ridin' dirty, searchin' where the narcs at
If thet get behind the whip, I might, like, come back
Happy you just got your first ten, that's like one rack
In the Maybach, outta Cali, high off the whip it, and that was it
Diamonds hitting everything we stand on, Bitch, we mean in business
Big 40, heard the pussy scream, so I know it hit
High ticket, said he dropped the numbers, if I come and get it
Run with TF, we the nation, movin' like the Mob
Supercharged, lot of bankrolls, ain't even Got a job
Two perks, put them on my tongue, then I Take a shot
One up top, put one in your dome, if you play me, cop
Got her curious, lookin' at my gun, look what that swiss do
If that nigga that you with a bitch, then you a bitch too
600 for the Gucci hat, 600
For the buckle
I just text the perky lady, I told her that I
Love you
Bow
Woo
Long Live 'Big T, Lone Live King A, broke ass Nigga
Hit him in his chest, call it tie-dye
In the coupe, drivin' fast, this bitch got wifi
Big chop, gettin' chicken, why would I lie
A-R, hit his face, call Allah
Cartier, cost 30, got your bitch blind
Daytona chop, pull up gang outside
Call auntie, tell that bitch I need some 7.5s
Yeah, Trill want him gone, then that nigga dyin
I'ma show you what to do with these blue strips
A-R riding , dirty with them blue tips
Yeah, money on his head, that's a bounty
Money counter stuffin', bitch, I don't gotta count it
A thousand pints in the stool, that's a fountain
All these f*ckin' blues, I don't need an accountant
Cut my plug from the bass and major bows
Big chop, yeah, bitch, I get major lows
T.F. pendent and this bitch glistenin
Tell your bitch, calm down, ho, listen
42 with the sparkles like this bitch up
Niggas broke as hell, they need to do some sit-ups
High speed, slap the sky, the sports, it's an Athlete's
Big chops, I don't need no scope, shoot with accuracy
30 racks, all blue bundles, they look like to me
The police, you can lie to them, but don't lie to me
Like Big Meech, I be feelin' like family, everything
But I be Lamar in the club, you can't stop the rain
Big money, I got limit money, I can buy anything
Poppin' perks, I be off these drugs, don't wanna feel any pain
Chrome heart, Cartier frames, like I be teachin' shit
When they start showin' you to a to much,
Peep that shit, play your part, only take the shot
When you sure, it's gon' swish
It was days when I needed a plug, I ain't never need a bitch
O.T. with my ice on, this a travel kit
If I up this Glock, get the shooting, you can't stop that
I be ridin' dirty, searchin' where the narcs at
If thet get behind the whip, I might, like, come back
Happy you just got your first ten, that's like one rack
In the Maybach, outta Cali, high off the whip it, and that was it
Diamonds hitting everything we stand on, Bitch, we mean in business
Big 40, heard the pussy scream, so I know it hit
High ticket, said he dropped the numbers, if I come and get it
Run with TF, we the nation, movin' like the Mob
Supercharged, lot of bankrolls, ain't even Got a job
Two perks, put them on my tongue, then I Take a shot
One up top, put one in your dome, if you play me, cop
Got her curious, lookin' at my gun, look what that swiss do
If that nigga that you with a bitch, then you a bitch too
600 for the Gucci hat, 600
For the buckle
I just text the perky lady, I told her that I
Love you
Writer: Ladale Donaldson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid