Lil Choppa
Lil Murder
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Choppa with choppa stay loaded
Bullet shells all on your floor
Trying to get higher
Ruby got fire
I'm fucked up
He fucked up
Whole grey fucked up
You done fucked up
Passing that blunt
Boy you know whats up
Whats good my G
Drunk driving but its just codeine
Keeping that heat on my side
Welcome to my, life everyday
Life every night
We all gon' die
Prolly gon' fry
Fuck being sober I stay high
40 oz got sipped
Purple and yellow and red
Only drink I mix
Big bag of that dope
Drink goin' down my throat
Got your bitch beside my coffin
Yeah I call her Juliet
Told her not to weep
Just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
I'm out of breath from smoking blunts
I'm too fucked up from sipping Tech
Was I kissing on your bitch?
Or did I kiss the fucking TEC?
Paint me a new picture
Picture that I pictured death
Now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
Hate all of this bullshit
Man I hate all of this stress
Imagine that
The more press that we get the closer I can feel my death
You say kill 'em I said I got 'em Lil Choppa Lil Murder Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Choppa with choppa stay loaded Bullet shells all on your floor Trying to get higher Ruby got fire I'm fucked up He fucked up Whole grey fucked up You done fucked up Passing that blunt Boy you know whats up Whats good my G Drunk driving but its just codeine Keeping that heat on my side Welcome to my, life everyday Life every night We all gon' die Prolly gon' fry Fuck being sober I stay high 40 oz got sipped Purple and yellow and red Only drink I mix Big bag of that dope Drink goin' down my throat Got your bitch beside my coffin Yeah I call her Juliet Told her not to weep Just make sure that you fix my fucking neck I'm out of breath from smoking blunts I'm too fucked up from sipping Tech Was I kissing on your bitch? Or did I kiss the fucking TEC? Paint me a new picture Picture that I pictured death Now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head Hate all of this bullshit Man I hate all of this stress Imagine that The more press that we get the closer I can feel my death Explain Request ×
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