Choppa Won’t Miss

[Intro: Young Thug] Yeah, we ain't wastin' no time (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Splat, splat, splat, woo [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Young Thug] Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Red dot) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Yeah) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Red dot) Choppa won't miss a nigga [Verse 1: Playboi Carti & Young Thug] (Choppa won't, huh, red dot) (Yeah, uh, woah, woah, woah, yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah) She hop on the dick and she split, huh Hop on my dick like a bitch, huh Suck on my dick like a tick, huh (What? What? Uh) You a copier, yeah you like to copy shit (Carti) You wasn't even on the style until Young Carti popped this shit I got hella hoes (Woah), on some papi shit (Woah, woah) Need a poppin' bitch Need a solid bitch, harder than a brick Choppers on the counter, pints all in the fridge [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Young Thug] Choppa won't miss a nigga Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Red dot) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Yeah) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Red dot) Choppa won't miss a nigga [Verse 2: Playboi Carti & Young Thug] Always runnin' with my gun Young nigga shoot for fun Put some money on your head I sell yo' ass for ten I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit I got bitches on top of bitches and all my bitches tens I still don't dance, no Milly Rock (Rock), just hide it in my sock I got bitches in the lot (Lot), pourin' up the pop (Pop) (Yeah, straight savage, slatt, huh, huh, huh, woo) [Chorus: Playboi Carti and Young Thug] Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Grra, grra) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Red dot) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Yeah) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Red dot) Choppa won't miss a nigga [Verse 3: Young Thug] (Grra, Jeffery, uh) 30 round drum in the jean jacket (30 round drum in the jacket) None of my jeans come in baggy I never go for a chain snatch (I never go for a chain snatch) I been hit that, that's the same, yeah (Ha, yeah, uh, yeah) Three-twenty all on the dash A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon (Huh, ha) Me and the dogs smokin' nothin' but nasty (Dog) Fuck the law and whoever askin' (Yeah, yeah) Cheated on my bitch with a bitch so you know she was livid (Yeah) Cheated on my bitch with a bitch with bigger titties (Yeah) 'Bout to cheat on my bitch with a motherfuckin' midget (Yeah) Bank with my card, I go hard in every city Every one of the dogs got some hoes in every city That's funny, hoe, why that bitch say that we live here? Ran over the law if I tell 'em, "Ayy, let's get it" Platinum way, let's get it, diamonds in my face, let's get it (I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, ayy) [Chorus: Playboi Carti and Young Thug] Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Red dot) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Yeah) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Red dot) Choppa won't miss a nigga [Outro: Young Thug] Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew Pew