Choppa Melodies

Yeah (Go, go)
Yeah, yeah
I'm gonna kill it then go lay down
You ain't the gang, you can't hang 'round
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Won't play with a ho, won't play with a clown
We hitting that lick, we drawing it down
We missed you Faygo
Mom, Polack's making beats again
Yeah, yeah (Go, go)

I'm finna kill it then go lay down
You ain't the gang you can't hang 'round
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Won't play with a ho, won't play with a clown
We hitting that lick, we drawing it down
I'm hitting your bae, yeah, I'm busting down
Can't hear what you say, I'm high right now
Don't hear what you pay, you not my round
We know where you stay, we coming down
I'm tryna be in LA with all that loud
And we not the same, so know that now
I'm tryna make my mama proud
Choppa gon' kick, like, boy, sit down
Shawty, they say you a lame and I don't doubt that
I be up, I can't rest
Come and get your man 'cause I was fucking on a waitress
I'ma do you bad, but I'm a slime and I can't change that
Yeah, he saying "Slatt" but I know he ain't really saying it
Go, yeah, go
Ya know what I'm saying, you know what I mean
I'll never change, I put that on me
You know my city gon' stay with me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You not my bro, not my homie
You want me to stop, then come kill me
If you want a verse, then pay for the fee
Hit my DM and I got it for cheap
Swear to God that shit best not be weak
Or I'ma pass all that shit to the fiends
Niggas mad 'cause I'm giving him hell
And you know I'm GG5L
Saying you love me, I can't really tell
And your name is not ringing a bell
Baby girl, I kinda see why you're mad
Thought she had me, I ain't going out bad
Talking cash, I'ma go get that
Walked in, she got whiplash
I hit and she got enough cash
And her nigga, yeah, he big mad
Oh, he mad, well go fix that
'Fore my toolie go blatt-blatt-blatt
Yeah, go, yeah, go, yeah, go
Oh, he mad he can't get that
Niggas lame and that shit sad
Yeah, go, yeah, go, yeah, go
Drip this and, yeah, drip that
Nigga know he ain't got enough swag
Nigga know he's not like that
All of my niggas be throwing flags
All of my niggas be toting guns
So you know we ain't playing dead
Tell a lil' ho to get back-back
Fuck that lil' ho and get her shit dragged
Know my little shawty not playing like that
My nigga play then he get smacked
And you know Faygo not for none
He got a gun but won't blow none
Playing with me, you must be drunk
Marching band, chopper sounding like drums
Why do these bitches think I'm dumb?
You singing that song and I know how it's sung
Good girl, I can't name one
Heart breaking, I'm so numb
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Smokin that gas, it's in my lungs
I swear that this rap shit so fun
Yeah, go, yeah, go, yeah, go
A fuck nigga play then I get dumb
And do not play with my day ones
Yeah, yeah, yeah

We missed you Faygo