Jonah558 - Choppa never stoppa Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, like what you tryna do
Chasin' bricks and money, I'm just on the f*ckin' move
Dobt cross me, boy when I'm slidein thru
Don't think that I'm cappin' cause I promise you I'll shoot
Like what you tryna do
Chasin' bricks and money, I'm just on the f*ckin' move
Don't cross me, but when I'm slidein thru
Don't think that I'm cappin' cause I promise you I'll shoot
Like ayy, like ayy, I be handing' millions to the gang
No way, no way, I be blowin' shit up like propane
I don't need no real ho, I just wanna be alone
Choppa leave him wide', now I'm feelin' like I'm in my zone
He be talkin' crazy and he knows I don't like that tone
Make one false move, put a few in your dome
Ride around town and we always stayin' dangerous
Runnin' from the cops cause they always playin' games with us
Dancin' in the rain hopin' that we never sober up
Yeah this is a clique so we're gonna want another cup
We ain't goin' back till this motherf*ckin' night is done
Oh, oh, oh
I can't face this pain, and I know I cannot change
No this is not a game, that's why I hang with the gang
So we got another one, don't test me
Cause I promise you I shoot for fun, gang got many techniques
So we gon' get it done, if you got a problem don't worry
Cause we never run, ask us if we got any guns
Boi we got a ton, finna get robbed real quick
F*ck what you talkin' bout, bitch it's the clique
We ain't f*ckin' with bumbs, you a bitch
You can talk but we still keepin' clips
Got a bullet, finna leave it in your hip
Bring your friends down too, they gon' slip
I ain't part of blood, I ain't part of crip
Yeah it's all fun and games till you get hit
Got a bullet in the chamber, finna take your life away
Been through hell and way back thinkin' that I was gonna die today
I been with the gang so we trust, and then we spray
And we don't play
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah it's chopper it never stopper
When I hit you in your head it's finna drop ya
People always talkin' shit whats gonna stop them?
If you talkin' on my name then we got problems
Boy I am bad news
Crowd jumpin', family screamin', got some loud tunes
We was hella poor and now we eatin' real food