Choppa City (feat. MoneySign Suede & BigXthaPlug)

Right

What the _, -?

Hold on, you - up

Ayy, ayy, this what them real - ride to

This what they wanna listen to (this what they wanna listen to)

Ayy, they want that trench baby -, - (they want that trench baby -, -)

Really from the slums, mama too strung to raise me (raise me)

Granny had to take me, thank God she had some patience (patience)

My apartments crazy, neighborhood like the Matrix (fah-fah-fah)

Bummy out of booking, sell her - as a waitress (yeah)

Yeah, that's my lil' baby (uh)

Street -, don't need to pay it

-, you keep on hidin' from me, that's gon' be your people -

Run down on your man, like I was Gucci Mane on Jeezy -

Trenches think I'm hard, calling me god, like I was Jesus' dad

Five door, hoover-groover flag

Bandana around the mag'

I'm tryna buck lil' boy -, ain't tryna shoot up no pad

-, I ain't tryna waste no ammo on no - house (house)

I'ma go get bae, and get the date to bait 'em out (out)

Before I started totin' Carbon, I been a sergeant

Ask the teacher about me, I been - since kindergarten

I know - really robbin'

Tryna pull up in a 'Rari (skrrt)

-, you know I'm really from the-, really up out them apartments (ugh)

Granny sick and senile, diagnosed her with glaucoma

She gon' have a seizure if she see I got this Glock on me

Boy, I got my block rollin' (woo), tryna be a yacht owner

Really be in my feelings, 'cause my mama in the streets and my daddy was off in prison

Fifth grade graduation, my mama never attended (nah)

Juvenile detention, wishin' that I get called for a visit (ayy)

I ain't never fold up

Other - mama came, mine never showed up

I was raised 'round roaches, dreamin' 'bout a Rolls-Royce (uh)

These - just playing gangster, we really ain't have a choice (nah)

And she like the way I word it, my verbal makin' her moist (mine)

Lose the laws when I'm swervin' like a turtle to a horse (skrrt)

Ayy, six hundred lever, never felt the friction

- reach out for my chain, but he go missin'

Before all of this rap, -, I was quick to go on missions

Pops was penitentiary livin', I was out robbin' and stealin'

Mamas still up in 'em 'jects, didn't wanna move 'cause that - in her

Plus she know how I get down, she out the way, her son a sinner

What you know 'bout masking up? Six-hundred shots up in that rental

I just aim quick, before I did, but them folks swear it was my mental

Now we so - up, I ain't gon' lie, this - ridiculous

Made a fifty in two days, I think I might go see the dentist

Call up Johnny, what's the ticket?

Drop a twenty, now I'm hittin'

- reach, I bet I split him

I don't know why - play like I ain't come from out them trenches, where it get vicious

- speak good on the 'net, but don't know how to stand on business

- disrespect the set, then it's gon' be a lot of killings

Smoke a squitter, easy stretch, 'cause truth be told, I'm fightin' demons

And -, we shop at Neiman's

All my - - come from Saks Fifth

She could've got some -, but she say she want a - lift

There's money in my pockets, got me walkin' like I'm bad built

Don't think that you're a stepper, send his - home with a bad limb, ayy

My daddy was off in prison

Fifth grade graduation, my mama never attended (nah)

Juvenile detention, wishin' that I get called for a visit (ayy)

I ain't never fold up

Other - mama came, mine never showed up

I was raised 'round roaches, dreamin' 'bout a Rolls-Royce (uh)

These - just playing gangster, we really ain't have a choice (nah)

And she like the way I word it, my verbal makin' her moist (mine)

Lose the laws I'm swervin' like a turtle to a horse (skrrt)

Turn a demon to a Christian, make him realize he got feelin'

I was locked up, missin' Christmas, my - flashed me out a visit

I'm a trench baby, you isn't, - be hatin' on my ambition

If you see me, all this - on, don't pay attention, mind your business

All money gon' wire them digits, why these - wanna fit in?

-, we came from licks, swear you ain't jiggin' how we jiggin'

I be tryna keep my cool, but these - just be buggin'

-, I'm a prison issue, if I don't get him, I'ma get his cousin (on God)

Ayy, free all my homies fightin' home-runs

- be rapping 'bout bodies, but they don't got none

Ayy, my lil' homie gon' get the job done

I'm with Hotboy, -, you not one (you not)