J1 - Choppa Talk

★ Verse: J1 ★
Hoe think I'm her man, the only time I care is when she naked
Spin yo' block, run back to the car, won't be longer than thirty seconds
Whoever made J1 feel played, that's who J1 checkin'
Niggas dead for fuckin' with us, try that shit at your discretion
Bro said he finna jump out hittin' first, I said, "I'm comin' behind you."
Don't gotta crank J1 to slide, Jizzle gone, that's my reminder
We can't post no cutters 'cause they get put to use
Scary bitch, you went got time and told the story like Dr. Seuss
Dude be speakin' about who gangster and who not, but what have you done?
Can't hide and yo' people shot up forever, go and shoot yo' gun
You miss that boy, well my smacker the one that knocked him off
Yo' nigga in my spliff and he so gas, I hit the 'gar and coughed
Choppa talk, Parlay collect bodies with that rifle
Free ❲?❳, that real lifer
Slim and Double-R, them my snipers
Missin' in action, nowhere close to the scene when they picked up the shells
Thought he could bump the jack, runnin' from that draco, boy he fast

★ Verse 2: Wam SpinThaBin ★
This trench shit, I been lit
This bitch could see a dub
Ask around, we clap shit
Ran down and seen blood
Watch me finger fuck the drag, me and the trigger made love
Don't die tweakin', I'm preachin', bro got switchy in the club
Fuck who, we send shit
Been rich, bitch, I'm a thug
Don't slip, I'm comin' off the hip, bet he can't duck a slug
Niggas tweetin' but be down bad, broker than a fuck
My lil' bitch she got a round ass and she love to fuck
G-Wagon, if the bitch is bad, lil' bro outta luck
Just think fast and get in yo' bag, bitches love them bucks
He ass, G-lock did 'em bad, lil' bro fucked him over
Nigga posin', how you tryna beef and you don't got no dough
Shit real, used to get a thrill, bendin' all them corners
Lost friends, thought I lost the plan, I hate bein' sober
Keep composure, I can't let 'em break me, you know I'm a soldier
Wizz died, 'lot of nights I cried, I wish I could hold him (Nigga)