Baby Choppa

Yeah, yeah, Neeko you made that motherfuckin’ beat? Ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherfucker

Let's roll, let's go

Free the gang

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

My brother, he locked in the walls, I know it gets hard in a while

I told him to stay with a shank

I told him I’m flying on a plane

I told him I’m doing big things

I’m far from the hood right now

But just know I'm good right now

Ain’t worried bout no hoes right now

I just dropped a 'bow in the bowl

I just dropped a five in the pot

I just got that shit in Nevada

I got that shit back in the lot

You know I ain’t playing with these hoes

You know I ain’t playing with these ****

I’m rapping this shit from the soul, sometimes I feel like drawing picture

You play with this shit and then whip in my ride but it wasn’t here, baby

I stick up the shooters I’m staying inside but still got the glizz, baby

I called, her boyfriend inside of the house, you know that I’m cooking inside of the lab

You thought it was over, you thought it was over

I’m still in the hood, I’m still in the trap

Why would I leave? No you don’t care about me

I’m sippin lean out a baby bottle, I’m in the hood with a baby choppa

I’m on the sofa like the floor was lava

I got two bitches and they tryna gobble

I got two bitches and they tryna argue, yeah

Oh, help me, oh, help me

Still in the trap with the trappin', still in the trap, baby, trappin'

I trap out the front, I trap out the back, you know that I trap out the spot

These **** play ‘round, these **** play sides, these **** get caught in the fire

I do it for Bibby, I do it for Nitty, you know I put on for the guys

My brother, he locked in the walls, I know it gets hard in a while

I told him to stay with a shank

I told him I’m flying on a plane

I told him I’m doing big things

I’m far from the hood right now

But just know I'm good right now

Ain’t worried bout no hoes right now

I just dropped a 'bow in the bowl

I just dropped a five in the pot

I just got that shit in Nevada

I got that shit back in the lot

You know I ain’t playing with these hoes

You know I ain’t playing with these ****

I’m rapping this shit from the soul, sometimes I feel like drawing picture

You play with this shit and then whip in my ride but it wasn’t here, baby

I stick up the shooters I’m staying inside but still got the glizz baby

I called, her boyfriend inside of the house, you know that I’m cooking inside of the live

You thought it was over, you thought it was over

I’m still in the hood, I’m still in the trap

Why would I leave? No you don’t care about me

I’m sippin lean out a baby bottle, I’m in the hood with a baby choppa

I’m on the sofa like the floor was lava

I got two bitches and they tryna gobble

I got two bitches and they tryna argue, yeah

Oh, help me, oh, help me

Still in the trap with the trappin', still in the trap, baby, trappin'

I trap out the front, I trap out the back, you know that I trap out the spot

These **** play ‘round, these **** play sides, these **** get caught in the fire

I do it for Bibby, I do it for Nitty, you know I put on for the guys