Choppa Won't Miss - Playboi Carti, Young Thug

Yeah, we ain’t wastin' no time

(Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)

Splat, splat, splat, woo

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

(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

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

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)

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

(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)

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

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

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