CHOPPA

[RO$ETTA]
RO$ETTA that mothafucka, fuck you mean?
Write my own raps and i make my own beats
See how many pussies can say that but me?
Stepped on the scene, everybody deceased
They all dropping dead, i stay chopping heads
Stay hooded up, now i’m looking like death
Roll me a blunt, if i’m feeling depressed
Packing the bowl, pulling smoke to my chest, hoe

Anna on my chest
Dead man rising from crypt
The killer creeper of death
Lil zetta deep in yo bitch
I’m riding slow with the tec
Stay busting shots at your head
Ain’t got no time for these hoes
I’m busy planning your death

[OGRABBITWALKER]
Choppa will make you scream
Choppa the fuck you mean
Coppers and robbers
Don’t dare to pull up me
Searching for bodies
They looking in the wrong scene
They in the woods
Hanging off of the willow tree
I am YUNG CIGOTINE
That Glock will make you mean
Who is that pussy boy?
He think he Lil B
You think you real to me
Devil is into me
Been fucking for days
You know she like hennessey?

I am public enemy number one
I have the blick at the tip of my thumb
Empty the clip as i end your whole clique
When you hear the click bitch boy ya you better run
Hand me the gun
Boy you been trippin
I’m in the car bump a key, blunt, indica
Coughing up blood and my lungs kingdom come
So high off the g’s, they call me kingda ka