Choppa Talk

[Hook: Trae Tha Truth] I guess a bunch of niggas forgetting that I'm the man Gon be problems if you get me to tripping, ya understand? Nigga being way too fly, it's time to land I'm an asshole - Never got ho'd, I never ran (Cheh) I got this chopper, (Cheh) I got this chopper (Cheh) I got this chopper, (Cheh) I got this chopper (Cheh) I got this chopper, (Cheh) I got this chopper (Cheh) I got this chopper, (Cheh) I got this chopper [Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] I'm king in this bitch, nigga fuck who don't like it Ho niggas been on that fuck shit I see it now like I'm psychic Look bitch, I've been on that street shit I trip for real, I don't play ho Bananna clip is extended These Bullets go when I say so Back in my zone and I'm throwed off You must ain't heard, bitch I'm throwed off I jump out and talk with this chopper Talk back and get your head blown off I'm in a Dope fiend Rental covered in black Bad bitch never geek when I'm in the back Asshole number one and that's a fact Yellin out Fuck em all, bitch I'm back Strapped up, black mask In the hood, lights off Waitin' on one of you ho niggas to get fly Wrong nigga budge about to get the right loss Gonna hit 'til I've called it quits Want that business I get your fix But don't forget you been on my dick Something like lupus, look bitch I'm sick [Hook: Trae Tha Truth] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I'm so Machiavelli, I go straight 2 Pac up in this bitch Quit playin' with these rap ass niggas, you got the shit You only wait like the rest of these niggas, got reservations You at the table and they waitin' to sit down – that's why they hatin' You don't want your chain triple gold or life invaded I ain't lyin' man it look like it came with black Impala It's only lyin' if it's really like that, then nigga holla 2 fears, jizzle young rich and real so fuck who ought to Got that big man, that boy 'bout that number 3 out this bit Got the all wood handle look like a tree out this bitch What you know about money? So sick, it need a doctor Just so killing everything that he on, he like a chopper [Hook: Trae Tha Truth] [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] Gorilla team, straight like that – we got bananas High yellow beam on his ass – I go bananas AR 15 my nigga, yea I'm commando You know every nigga 'round me is shootin' so what you playin' for? Nigga put his hands on Gotti? That's a no go You a plug comin front me them bricks, I be a no show Club out that parking lot, it's like a gun range Ain't never play no colors, I make the gun bang Ye ain't never shot no pistols, you let your boys do it All you do is ra-ra talk and I see straight through it Yea I'm 'bout them choppers, holiday as if they bright life Chopper they don't throw, let it ride cause they act right [Hook: Trae Tha Truth]