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I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the wheel But this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) Who's strap (we strap) , who's strap (we strap) You got yours now let me hear you clap Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these haters Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) On my buck shit just left my pot of grain sand I plan on poppin' purchases and robbin' till it's daylight Y'all niggas is told on we just say you damn But all I hold shows on these country bitches pussy tight Boy this club would make a motherfucker think he rich Make an ugly bitch even think that she the shit Don't be surprised when you see what's in our rights Ain't made just a gage she put right between your eyes Different neighbourhood's beefing You gon' stay in or gon' stay out Somebody get to shoot, nigga it's one way in or one way out My city own one everybody too strap Middle fingers up when they hear me holla who's strap I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the wheel Letras de cancionesBut this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) Who's strap (we strap) , who's strap (we strap) You got yours now let me hear you clap Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these haters Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) We believe in pudding candy paint on anything Don't know the first to bring the dough but we been ballin' since we came They get we was cope put my nephew through them college years When you people refused to give him a scholarship Why I ask my mama why she needs some cash for Then she just looked at me and asked me what I needed that mass for Just load it up with bullets paint his face bright 'Cause that's the type of shit my AK like No trace face got a rag on it And the chevy signal ain't ates with no fucking tags on it Let them niggers think they got away with it for that moment Retaliation show feel good don't it I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the wheel But this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) Who's strap (we strap) , who's strap (we strap) You got yours now let me hear you clap Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these haters Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) Used to shoot it out with them niggers for different pity shit They used it on a beefer for bitches that I already hit Shit been flaming since them new niggers been hanging So they ain't from around here it's time for rearranging When daddy bought the banging he's 60 still slanging Got a chopper for that dumb shit and he got a young bitch Nigga who's strap, fuck if you have You got it on you right now give me 2 clap Catch up on the few laps Coping at your neighbourhood I'm looking for some new trap Jack Daniels and that 40 with the black handle Take your money and I blew it like a candle I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the wheel But this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) Who's strap (we strap) , who's strap (we strap) You got yours now let me hear you clap Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these haters Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat) From Letras Mania