BYRON MESSIA, LIL BABY, RVSSION - CHOPPA LYRICS

[Intro: Byron Messia]

Yeah

Da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da, da, uh

Da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da (Bombaclaat)

(Ayy, Rvssian) Yeah, uh

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[Verse 1: Byron Messia]

Custom grip 'pon di brand new stick (Buss)

When mi kill a bwoy, mi nuh chat 'bout it (Trust)

Di 'K wid di muzzle, got it wrapped 'round it (Yeah)

Di thing sing sweet, mi nah fi auto tune it (Ah)

One strap, two strap, three strap, four

Four niggas strapped inna Honda Accord (Woah)

Windows down, we a wave four-four (Woah)

Bwoy turn Usain Bolt

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[Chorus: Byron Messia]

Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do)

Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do)

Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do)

Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do)

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[Post-Chorus: Byron Messia]

Pussy boy say him want beef and clout

Put him 'pon di news-ews

Carbon sound, boy, lost and found

When di choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do, uh

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[Verse 2: Byron Messia]

Body drop like Netflix series

Chopper sing sweet like it have diabetes

Make yuh mama bawl please 'pon she knees-ees

Glock .22 tuck in a Amiri's

Believe me, yow, Saint Kitts

We nuh give a fuck so we can't catch diseases

From a mini teen, yow, Papa, where we been?

A play with gun them been a play with hot peas

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[Verse 3: Lil Baby]

I can sell water to a whale, I'm a hustler

Government officials still trippin' at customs

Held me up for ten hours on the plane, we was stuck there

Lately, I been drinking my problems, where the cups at?

They ain't rockin' with us, they against us and it's fuck them

Whoever I say can't come, can't come here

Go at anybody, anywhere, on any given Sunday

Crazy, I'ma celebrity, I used to be a convict

I gotta get revenge, I can't have it on my conscience

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 (Oh)

I was playin' cool, but I never let it go

Brodie in the jungle, go to sleep with the swirls, crazy

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[Verse 4: Byron Messia]

And me dawg bust the case and we laugh

Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha

Dada, dada

One strap, two strap, three strap, four

Killa dem knock pon your door (Door)

It's a robbery, get pon di' floor (Get pon di' floor)

Yow, real dawgs

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[Chorus: Byron Messia]

Make the choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do)

Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do)

Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do)

Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do)

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[Post-Chorus: Byron Messia]

Pussy boy say him want beef and clout

Put him 'pon di news-ews

Carbon sound, boy, lost and found

When di choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do, uh

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[Outro: Byron Messia & Lil Baby]

Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha

Dada, dada

Dada, dada

Don't cry, don't cry

Go slide, go slide

Gunfire, gunfire

Ha-ha, ha-ha

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