Talking Choppy Pt. 3 Lyrics

(WE LOVE HBR)

Shit

Damn

Alright

Yop

Ehhhhhh, tuh HBR nigga

Nigga you can never be better then me on my worst day

Fuck around & ice his fucking top like a cupcake

I just hit his bitch at his crib off a cheap date

I know you hate dealing with that nigga he's a cheapskate

Matter fact that nigga soft like a cheesecake

She say she tired of sucking me, said her knees ache

Nigga that's not zaza but the weed straight

Big 40 hit a nigga look like he falling off crates

Ion' even gotta touch that nigga

Know a nigga not even for a dolla he a touch that nigga

Know a nigga wit a few straps who a bust that nigga

Ian' even talking football but we a rush that nigga

Yea, fuck around and just blitz his ass

My bitch keep a blick in her motherfucking designer bag

She can get anything she want she ain't gotta ask

Nigga, I don't want yo bitch she ain't gotta ass

The first step of being me nigga you gotta get a bag

I wake up get some cash and then go get some ass

I been making money so fast they like to call me flash

This my favorite glock it got a beam and it got a flash

Ina' room with some bad bitches they hot as hell

223's coming out this chop and they hot as hell

Heard yo mans got locked you couldn't even pay his bail

But I don't really give a fuck nigga he can stay in jail

Tuh, ole bum ass

Come get yo bitch why she dick sucking on my nut sack

Brodie ran off on that nigga get yo runtz back

Fucking this lil bitch she walking around with a hunchback

Fuck

That's fucked up

Pretty lil K, love to bust and it got some nuts

Big stepper, big stepping, all in my timbs

Fucked around and left his top red like that bitch Kim Possible

If you wanna' win you gotta face some obstacles

Brodie said when he off that yeaaa, he feel unstoppable

Think you finna' set the play on me you better audible

Next thing you know nigga end up on a article

Like a D1 hooper nigga turn you into a poster

Bitch I'm real hot super hot like a toaster

Fuck around and put em in the air like a floater

Nigga jumper wack as hell, huh Dennis Schroder

Bitch I talk choppy real choppy man this part 3

Told my fein if he ain't got nobody he got me

Told niggas don't even hit my phone if it ain't about green

Money in the fanny look like a whole bunch of spilled peas

Shit, shit, shit