Choppa Boy

(アルバム： From The Bayou - 2021)

[Birdman:]
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Ten thousand dollar rolls
Top, you already know, son
You know how we living
B's up, we do this shit for the you understand me?
Big money shit, Blatt

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy coming out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block toting on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed

[Birdman:]
Raised in a boys home, junkies and cellphones
We living that street life, we thugging but dead wrong
We ducking the jake niggas but shooting at fake niggas
We living this drug life, the money we make, nigga
Thugging it everyday, we shooting the hallways
No playing, no fam, nigga
We standing on what we say
We boss, nigga, and we do it like everyday
No cost, nigga, give a fuck 'bout what they say
And I miss my momma, and I miss my daddy
I miss my brother, I watch him ride in that Cadi'
I miss my blood and I miss that love
And I miss my cousin, I watched him die in his pain

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy coming out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block toting on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed

I remember, met in the street with a nigga bag, everyday was bad
Me and JBoy sitting in the trap, back and forth, rap
After that all night hustling
I done did time down, all alone
Seeing you wasn't around when I made it home
Riding in a drop on the same block they killed my cousin
At night, I done sing out my heart, so
Can't get my foot out the streets like I got shackles on
Dump, over fifteen million I done made since you been gone
Plus ain't been blowing up my daddy I been living on my own
I hopped out once I set the plot, thirty rounds, all wooden chop
Couple blocks and I heard the shots
Thats Big E bussing, tryna stop
Got to watch over every penny, can't think 'bout nan dollar
I'm a put shit in the cemetery, and ball for my dead partners

Quail Drive, Choppa Boy coming out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block toting on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed

[Birdman:]
Simple, put it on you
Put my life on it, my momma on it
Playing no games, nigga, stay focused, boy
Ain't no slipping in this pimping
Real rich nigga shit, Big money
Off in them hills, ha, high in them hills
Rich Gang