Put a blicky in the box
And I fill up the clip and go shoot out the spot
223's boomin my shootas be shooting
We run it so stay off my block
Hollows be talking my hittas be wollin
So don't you start acting like ops
Running them pockets I carry a rocket
We robbin you parked in a lot
Running them pockets, woo
We pullin up on you like scoop
We crippin our OG is snoop
My pebbles ain't tasting like fruit, fruit fruit fruit
You thinkin you cute
Cuz you post up a picture of you and your crew
You ain't no suwoop
What that blicky do
Shootin ops send shoots
All up at your spot
Put a blicky in the box
And I fill up the clip and go shoot out the spot
223's boomin my shootas be shooting
We run it so stay off my block
Hollows be talking my hittas be wollin
So don't you start acting like ops
Running them pockets I carry a rocket
We robbin you parked in a lot
And they like Mandia why you got on that coat
Moncler nigga get off my throat
It's cuz I'm rich, I ain't buying no coke
And I ain't little but she love me like boat
I pull up with sticks, hit your bitch and your bro
I tote them sticks and them mof*cking poles
I f*cked your bitch now you know
She call me TJay I'm the goat
And I say one call then I'm there with the bros
I pass your bitch, always touching her toes
In the trap and she wearing no clothes
F*cking your bitch and I nut on her nose
Homie don't talk cuz you slow
Press you up then you red like a rose
F*cking your hoe I ain't know
Cuz I be just stacking my dough
Homie be stacking his fro
Ice on my neck and it's gold
What's on your belt man that's gg
Ice on my neck and it freeze me
Got munchies I'm eating that ziti
A nigga gon rap like it's ZeZe
But that bitch is like Kodak she beat me
I'm f*cking that hoe she a fefe
Ain't no racks so I'm laughing like hehe
I might nut on that bitch it go ske ske
Why is she wallin said BB
I f*cked her cuz she had the DD's
I told her f*ck off and just leave me
That bitch she was freaky
Sike
I ran up a bag
These bitches be talking, these bitches be sad
I'm f*cking your hoe brody dont be so mad
I hit from the back
These choppas go blast
Put a blicky in the box
And I fill up the clip and go shoot out the spot
223's boomin my shootas be shooting
We run it so stay off my block
Hollows be talking my hittas be wollin
So don't you start acting like ops
Running them pockets I carry a rocket
We robbin you parked in a lot
Badger - Choppo (feat. Cmandia) Lyrics
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Put a blicky in the box
And I fill up the clip and go shoot out the spot
223's boomin my shootas be shooting
We run it so stay off my block
Hollows be talking my hittas be wollin
So don't you start acting like ops
Running them pockets I carry a rocket
We robbin you parked in a lot
Running them pockets, woo
We pullin up on you like scoop
We crippin our OG is snoop
My pebbles ain't tasting like fruit, fruit fruit fruit
You thinkin you cute
Cuz you post up a picture of you and your crew
You ain't no suwoop
What that blicky do
Shootin ops send shoots
All up at your spot
Put a blicky in the box
And I fill up the clip and go shoot out the spot
223's boomin my shootas be shooting
We run it so stay off my block
Hollows be talking my hittas be wollin
So don't you start acting like ops
Running them pockets I carry a rocket
We robbin you parked in a lot
And they like Mandia why you got on that coat
Moncler nigga get off my throat
It's cuz I'm rich, I ain't buying no coke
And I ain't little but she love me like boat
I pull up with sticks, hit your bitch and your bro
I tote them sticks and them mof*cking poles
I f*cked your bitch now you know
She call me TJay I'm the goat
And I say one call then I'm there with the bros
I pass your bitch, always touching her toes
In the trap and she wearing no clothes
F*cking your bitch and I nut on her nose
Homie don't talk cuz you slow
Press you up then you red like a rose
F*cking your hoe I ain't know
Cuz I be just stacking my dough
Homie be stacking his fro
Ice on my neck and it's gold
What's on your belt man that's gg
Ice on my neck and it freeze me
Got munchies I'm eating that ziti
A nigga gon rap like it's ZeZe
But that bitch is like Kodak she beat me
I'm f*cking that hoe she a fefe
Ain't no racks so I'm laughing like hehe
I might nut on that bitch it go ske ske
Why is she wallin said BB
I f*cked her cuz she had the DD's
I told her f*ck off and just leave me
That bitch she was freaky
Sike
I ran up a bag
These bitches be talking, these bitches be sad
I'm f*cking your hoe brody dont be so mad
I hit from the back
These choppas go blast
Put a blicky in the box
And I fill up the clip and go shoot out the spot
223's boomin my shootas be shooting
We run it so stay off my block
Hollows be talking my hittas be wollin
So don't you start acting like ops
Running them pockets I carry a rocket
We robbin you parked in a lot
And I fill up the clip and go shoot out the spot
223's boomin my shootas be shooting
We run it so stay off my block
Hollows be talking my hittas be wollin
So don't you start acting like ops
Running them pockets I carry a rocket
We robbin you parked in a lot
Running them pockets, woo
We pullin up on you like scoop
We crippin our OG is snoop
My pebbles ain't tasting like fruit, fruit fruit fruit
You thinkin you cute
Cuz you post up a picture of you and your crew
You ain't no suwoop
What that blicky do
Shootin ops send shoots
All up at your spot
Put a blicky in the box
And I fill up the clip and go shoot out the spot
223's boomin my shootas be shooting
We run it so stay off my block
Hollows be talking my hittas be wollin
So don't you start acting like ops
Running them pockets I carry a rocket
We robbin you parked in a lot
And they like Mandia why you got on that coat
Moncler nigga get off my throat
It's cuz I'm rich, I ain't buying no coke
And I ain't little but she love me like boat
I pull up with sticks, hit your bitch and your bro
I tote them sticks and them mof*cking poles
I f*cked your bitch now you know
She call me TJay I'm the goat
And I say one call then I'm there with the bros
I pass your bitch, always touching her toes
In the trap and she wearing no clothes
F*cking your bitch and I nut on her nose
Homie don't talk cuz you slow
Press you up then you red like a rose
F*cking your hoe I ain't know
Cuz I be just stacking my dough
Homie be stacking his fro
Ice on my neck and it's gold
What's on your belt man that's gg
Ice on my neck and it freeze me
Got munchies I'm eating that ziti
A nigga gon rap like it's ZeZe
But that bitch is like Kodak she beat me
I'm f*cking that hoe she a fefe
Ain't no racks so I'm laughing like hehe
I might nut on that bitch it go ske ske
Why is she wallin said BB
I f*cked her cuz she had the DD's
I told her f*ck off and just leave me
That bitch she was freaky
Sike
I ran up a bag
These bitches be talking, these bitches be sad
I'm f*cking your hoe brody dont be so mad
I hit from the back
These choppas go blast
Put a blicky in the box
And I fill up the clip and go shoot out the spot
223's boomin my shootas be shooting
We run it so stay off my block
Hollows be talking my hittas be wollin
So don't you start acting like ops
Running them pockets I carry a rocket
We robbin you parked in a lot
Writer: Michael Badger
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