Byron Messia – Choppa Lyrics

Yeah, custom whip pon di brand new stick
When mi kill a boy, mi nuh chat ’bout it
Be care of the muzzle cah they wrap ’round it
Ya think things sweet, mi nah fi AutoTune it
One strap, two strap, three strap, four
Four niggas strapped in a Honda Accord
Windows down, we ah wave four-fours
Boy turn Usain Bolt

Choppa go doo-do-doo-do-doo
Choppa go doo-do-doo-do-doo
Choppa go doo-do-doo-do-doo
Choppa go doo-do-doo-do-doo
Pussy boy say him wan’ beef and clout
Put him pon di news
Carbon sound, boy lost and found
When di choppa go doo-do-doo-do-doo, uh

Body drop like Netflix series
Choppa sing sweet like it have diabetes
Make ya momma ah plead pon she knees
Glock 22 ah tuck inna Amiri’s
Believe me, your sin kids
We nuh give ah fuck, so we can’t catch diseases
From a minute in, yo poppa where we been
Ah play with gun dem, we nuh play with Hot Wheelies

I can sell water to a well, I’m a hustler
Government official, still tripping at customs
Held me up for ten hours on the plane, we was stuck there
Lately, I been dranking my problems, where the cups at?
[?] and it’s fuck ’em
Whoever I say can’t come, can’t come here
Score on anybody, anywhere, on any given Sunday
Crazy, I’m a celebrity, I used to be a convict
I gotta get revenge, I can’t have it on my conscious
Go slide, go slide, yeah
Gunfire, gunfire
We got all these blicks on us, we ain’t on no dumb shit
But we ready for one opp, two opp, three opp, four
We bring smoke to a pussy front door
I was playing cool, but I never let it go
Brodie in the jungle, go to sleep with a sword, it’s crazy

An mi dawg buss di case, and we laugh
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Da-da, da-da
One strap, two strap, three strap, four
Di killer dem knock pon ya door
It’s a robbery, get pon di floor
Yo’, dawg

Make di choppa go doo-do-doo-do-doo
Choppa go doo-do-doo-do-doo
Choppa go doo-do-doo-do-doo
Choppa go doo-do-doo-do-doo
Pussy boy say him wan’ beef and clout
Put him pon di news
Carbon sound, boy lost and found
When di choppa go doo-do-doo-do-doo

Ha-ha, ha-ha
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
Don’t cry, don’t cry
Go slide, go slide, yeah
Gunfire, gunfire
Ha-ha, ha-ha

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