Young Thug — Choppas on Choppas

[Intro: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers) YSL, slatt, slime, you dig, slime, choppers, Jeffery (Wheezy Beats) [Chorus: Young Thug] Boy, this a new AK, that shirt for the shell case I shoot for my dawgs, dawg, I rip it the worst way We not using baking soda, but shit is a pancake She say I should try to chill, that ain't what the Xan say I got choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Voom, voom, voom, voom, voom, let’s get it) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers [Verse 1: Young Thug] (Thugga!) Diamonds and (?) I know what's up with you bitches just raw, raw She ain't no good ,she done fucked almost all the dawgs Caught in the club, I done pulled a crystal on her Got choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas Got choppas on sticks on some sticks and some more and some choppas Got sticks and the motherfucker black like the motherfucker Rock I got my first stick and that bitch was all black like Barack I got a lil’ bitch and she twerk like the daughter of Barack I got a new spot with them sticks on the top like Barack You play, I'ma air your ass out and I don't plan on stoppin' Colorful money, Monopoly, colorful money Monopoly [Chorus: Young Thug] Boy, this a new AK, that shirt for the shell case I shoot for my dawgs, dawg, I rip it the worst way We not using baking soda, but shit is a pancake She say I should try to chill, that ain't what the Xan say I got choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Voom, voom, voom, voom, voom, let's get it) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Young Khalifa got pounds in the trunk Fuck a none smoking son rolling up for the one Imma rich nigga I don't walk through the front And I'm been getting paid, so I don’t really got to stunt You don’t get fly, you don't get stoned You don’t get high, your bitch gave me dome You don't make two million off a tour, dawg, I'm just getting home You don't got two or three bitches that’s better than motherfuckers sendin' them pics through your phone You don't got kush in your cone You don't got millions of clones You don't get fresh and go way overseas with your name on a plane you just flown Khalifa don't play by the rules I don't bend 'em or break 'em, I'ma make 'em my own Finna make another billion dollars as soon as this KK get grown I'm make a stain out you dissing no little shit that I'ma aim at you, man [Chorus: Young Thug] Boy, this a new AK, that shirt for the shell case I shoot for my dawgs, dawg, I rip it the worst way We not using baking soda, but shit is a pancake She say I should try to chill, that ain't what the Xan say I got choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Voom, voom, voom, voom, voom, let's get it) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers [Verse 3: Young Thug] (Yeah, Thugga, Slatt, Jeffery) I got some stoner get homie I'm raw, raw She came through a Cartier owner she raw dawg I'm saucy, I got me some gators on my balls She throw that shit back in the room like all all I tried out ya block and I got a chopper, chopper, chopper On the lonely ladder going to the top, ayy Even if you fit the picture, you gettin' cropped, hey Jeffery all going cop going cop, ayy Welcome turn the sticks i'm sitting on choppers We big warrant coming down your block today We go, go to war with 12, no bottom blockin' (Pussy) And I know you know how all them slimes rockin', man [Chorus: Young Thug] Boy, this a new AK, that shirt for the shell case I shoot for my dawgs, dawg, I rip it the worst way We not using baking soda, but shit is a pancake She say I should try to chill, that ain't what the Xan say I got choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Voom, voom, voom, voom, voom, let's get it) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew) Choppas on choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers