Young Boy Never Broke Again - Chopper City Lyrics

(Mommy, Indian got them beats)
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

Draco, dare to hit me, you got a fifty (Top, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (mm, mm-mm)

Look here, felon walkin' with that felony
Gang ties, that's cold case
We gon' kill a bitch, steppin' red for shit
I say put the bitch up in rotation
Four stamps, that's four faces
Gas bags, that's border bases
Russian Cake, that's Canada probably
We gon' make the drop where it go the safest
Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it
They be that bitch nigga that's hatin'
Distributin', call it penetratin'
Take off your mind, clean up what you thinkin'
Dirty money stashin', call it bankin'
Murder for position, call it rankin'
Cold killer steppers 'round me nameless
Dog killin', NBA ain't no 'tainment
Sippin' drank meetin' 'bout the case
Buy the smoke by the block if it's hard
Catch you slippin', slang that stick at the yard
Behind this business, we be takin' it far
Deal 'em out, we be dishin' our cards
Bad bitch hit the road with that boy
Got it out front row with that stick
Bang out toe to toe with that rod
Rich nigga, Helter Skelter shit
Mugged up while the bezel glist (what up?)
Doped up, need another fix
I don't know where the f*ck his mind went
Big bank, get your head popped
Bitch, you know how them times spent
Ridin' 'round at the double risk
All night tryna slime shit

Draco, dare to hit me, you got a fifty (you got a fifty, nigga? Top, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city (it's chopper city on the northside, nigga), yeah (mm, mm-mm)

Clip full, drivin' fast, tryna move a whole thing (mm, mm-mm)
Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it's a dirty game
He gon' lose his brain (mm, mm-mm)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Either one can take a two, that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy bank
Said you need a thousand for that bezel
Shit, what my nigga Jay Beezy say? Nigga, cop that
Two hundred for my chain, them niggas gon' watch that
Told my youngin when he get that 'Vette them hoes gon' jock that
Nigga, you a hot mess
Lotta thousands laid on my chest, I'm talkin' no vest
Public housin', we where the smoke at, I got it potent
Talkin' millions, I had that Maybach 'fore I was four in
Get that drank just for the relax, nigga gotta pour a four in
One watch, that's three bands
Rob the jeweler, still callin'
Crank the window, nothin' but claws in
Bullets burn, give you a raw tan

Draco, dare to hit me, you got a fifty (Top, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city (sticked up it's chopper city), yeah (mm, mm-mm)

(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Clip full, drivin' fast, tryna move a whole thing (whole thing, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it's a dirty game
He gon' lose his brain (lose his f*ckin' brain, mm, mm-mm)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh