Choppas - Maxo Kream

Half you rapping ass niggas ain’t never hit a lick

Other half of you niggas ain’t never seen a brick

More than half of you niggas tattletale might snitch

I’ma take a half bounce it back to sixteen zips

Going back and forth to Cali that’s sixteen trips

For the sixteen I’ma get them sixteen shifts

Sipping drank by the Cruiser that’s sixteen shifts

I was sixteen with a M-16 bitch

Still see the same niggas that I shot

Still see a couple plugs that I robbed (Scary nigga)

Have a nigga see my face get shot

The other half see my face and start to run

A lot of niggas play the sideline mascot cheerleader

Pom-poms never get involved

Telling everybody mama what they seen or saw

Type of cluck ass nigga sell dope to a law

Suspect ass nigga get jammed tell it all

I’m the type to use the Glock cause it don’t jam at all

Strapped up in the trap smoking dope paranoia

Acting like he want packs but he work for the boys

Got a move low-key snitch niggas stay scheming (Snitch)

Pussy nigga signed a plea agreement (Fuck nigga)

Pull up on 'em thirty coppers squeezing (There he go)

Till it pussy stopped breathing

5.56 NATO round bullets he see em'

Put his brains in his lap let him see what he was thinking

Put his feet in cement and then we throw him over deep end

What the fuck this nigga thinking?

Now his mama at the deacon

Thirty young dirty bastards get to blasting no thinking

Shoot the shit up with the Magnum causing havoc no blinking

Why?

Fuck nigga play mine I’ll find where you reside

Put your mind on the blinds I’ll

Thirty choppers thirty crash dummies strapped

See them thirty crash dummies where you at?

My young shooters don’t play

Thirty hollows with his brain in his lap

Nigga bought a vest I’m shooting at your cap

Fuck nigga I don’t play

More rounds than a heavyweight fight

I ain’t boxing you can fight these pipes

Shoot a nigga in the face

When I catch I’ma shoot him on sight

Like Rico did Calvin at the light

Fuck nigga ain’t safe

Thirty choppers

Play if ya' wanna

Pull up on ya'

At yo' casa

Like «Where yo' mama?»

Lot of drama

Tecs and llamas

Like fuck yo' honor

My persona

Ah that’s my persona

That’s my persona

My persona

That’s my persona

That’s my persona

My persona

That’s my persona