Chopper City - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Bend him off with that felony

Gang five, that’s cold case

We gon' kill a bitch, they been ready for shit

I say put the bitch up in rotation

Four stamps, that’s four faces

Gas bag, that’s border bases

Russian K, that’s canada property

We gon' make the drop where it go the safest

Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it

They be that bitch nigga that’s hating

Distributing, call it penetrating

Take off your mind, clean up what you thinking

Dirty money stashing, call it banking

Murder four position, call it ranking

Cold killer steppers 'round me nameless

Dog killing NBA ain’t no entertainment

Sippin' drank meeting 'bout the case

Bodies smoked by the block if it’s hard

Catch you slipping, slang that stick at the yard

Behind this business, we be taking it far

Deal 'em out, we be dishing our cards

Bad bitch hit the road with that boy

Got it out front row with that stick

Bang out toe to toe with that rod

Rich nigga help to step shit

Mugged up why the bezel glist

Doped up, need another fix

I don’t know where the fuck his mind went

Big bank, get your head popped

Bitch, you know how them times spent

Riding 'round at that devil

All night tryna slime shit

Draco dirty hit me, it got a fifty (Top, mm-mm)

Bitch, we sticked up, it’s chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm)

Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm)

Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it’s a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain

(Mm-mm)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

The one to take a two, that’s what my cousin Meechy say

But we could pull about five, I’m talking five, that’s just by either way

Five million for my album, that’s an easy bank

Said you need a thousand for that bezel, shit, what my nigga Jay beezy say?

Nigga, cop that

Two hundred for my chain, them niggas gon' watch that

Told my youngin when he get that 'Vette them hoes gon' jock that

Nigga, you a hot mess

Lotta thousands laid on my chest, I’m talking no vest

Public housing, we where the smoke at, I got it potent

Talking millions, I had that Maybach 'fore I was four in

Get that drank just for the relax, nigga gotta pour a four in

One watch, that’s three bands

Rob the jeweler still calling

Crank the window, nothing but claws in

Bullets burn, give you a wrong tan

Draco dirty hit me, it got a fifty (Top, mm-mm)

Bitch, we sticked up, it’s chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm)

(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm)

(Mommy, India got them beats)

(I got Hitman on the beat)

Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop

It’s a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain (Mm-mm)