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NBA Youngboy - Choppa On My Shoulda (Lyrics)

(Mercy Beats, nigga)
Yeah
Big dawg shit, believe that
Wait, what it is? Bitch

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NBA Youngboy - Choppa On My Shoulda (Lyrics)

(Mercy Beats, nigga)
Yeah
Big dawg shit, believe that
Wait, what it is? Bitch

[Refrain]
Salute me when you see me nigga, 'cause I'm a soldier
You ain't recognize, you ain't notice I tote that choppa on my shoulder
I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G, know he supposed to
So cutthroat, you would think they brought somethin' back from Magnolia

[Verse 1]
I'm a convicted felon, bad, ain't legal guns without hoes


I'ma catcher for you badly, wouldn't wanna slump you over
I got a gangster bitch, I'm a gangster nigga
She know how to hold me
I'll stick the [?]
Then, my friend'll tell Ben10 that one of them niggas owes me
Know there' hoes just tryna play me close 'cause I know there is no for surely
Tryna get me at my pinpoint, you was gonna let 'em rollercoast me
[?] about my boy straight out the [?]
I got brown drippin' from my nose, don't think once 'fore to bash me
You don't know me, bitch

[Chorus]
This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds
This for them fast dons down to get dangerous, bust that nigga head


Ooh, this for old school who'll whoop one of you niggas for thinkin' that you dead

[Verse 2]
Look, I got my llama, nigga
I want all the problems (Woah-oh, woah)
Tell me lil' brother, "Keep them choppers from up out my mama house"
Bitch, tell ya mammy watch her mouth
I make my cousin walk her down
That's corn, and [?] and sweet pea, and I got some straight up out the South
We on gangster shit, from my family tree just lookin' down
This for my uncle and real stick-up holders ain't make it home
I want that bitch, she saw me down
Strung out on dope, ho, leave me 'lone
I'm fresh as fuck, that ain't enough, she still bought them niggas songs


[?] baby, where yo' love? Dirty bitch, I had you down
I catch a BD at the club, and, I might knock his ass down
Bitch, I'm a thug, now, move yo' cappin' ass around
Got plenty rounds, I'm in this bitch with all my rounds, yeah

[Chorus]
This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds
This for them fast dons down to get dangerous, bust that nigga head
Ooh, this for old school who'll whoop one of you niggas for thinkin' that you dead

[Verse 3]
You bets not call the feds
Have yo' sister hold yo' head
These bullets rippin' through yo' head


And we pull out once you dead
I'm with them murder babies, they movin' craxy
They know that I'm paid
I'm talkin' concentrated, I'm medicated
So, everything be red
I let them shooters gt 'em, they too official
I'll make sure that they
You keepin' secrets, so you takin' care of her ass, I respect that
Bitch [?] move you from yo' dads with yo' dog ass
Tell that pussy bitch, "Don't run with 10," get on y'all ass

[Refrain]
Salute me when you see me nigga, 'cause I'm a soldier
You ain't recognize, you ain't notice I tote that choppa on my shoulder


I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G, know he supposed to
So cutthroat, you would think they brought somethin' back from Magnolia