Never Broke Again – Chopper City

Never Broke Again – Chopper City Lyrics

Artist: Never Broke Again
Song: Chopper City

(Mommy, India got them beats)
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Who made this sh*t? TayTay made the beat)
Draco thirty hit me, it got a fifty named Top (Mm-mm)

B*t*h, we sticked up, it’s chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm)
Look here, felon walk in with that felony
Gang files, that’s cold case
We gon’ kill a b*t*h, that been reppin’ sh*t

I say put the b*t*h up in rotation
Four stamps, that’s four faces
Gas bag, that’s border bases
Russian K, that’s Canada property

We gon’ make the drop where it go the safest
Keep it real, fake it ’til you make it
They be that b*t*h n***a that’s hating
Distributing, call it penetrating

Take off your mind, clеar up what you thinking
Dirty money stashing, call it banking
Murder for position, call it ranking
Cold killer stеppers ’round me nameless

Dog kennel, NBA, ain’t no taming
Sippin’ drank, need it by the case
Bodies smoked by the block if it’s hard
Catch you slipping, slang that stick at the yard

Behind this business, we be taking it far
Deal ’em out, we be dishing our cards
Bad b*t*h hit the road with that boy
Got it out front row with that stick

Bang out toe to toe with that rod
Rich n***a, Helter Skelter sh*t
Mugged up while the bezel glist
Doped up, need another fix

I don’t know where the f**k his mind went
Big bank, get your head popped
B*t*h, you know how that time spent
Riding ’round at that devil risk

All night tryna slime sh*t
Draco thirty hit me, it got a fifty named Top (Mm-mm)
B*t*h, we sticked up, it’s chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm)
Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm)

B*t*h n***a steady tryna short stop, it’s a dirty game, he gon’ lose his brain (Mm-mm)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
The one can take a two, that’s what my cousin Meechy say
But we could pull about five, I’m talking five, that’s just by either way

Five million for my album, that’s an easy bank
70 thousand for that bezel, sh*t, what my n***a Jay beezy say?
N***a, cop that
Two hundred for my chain, them n***as gon’ watch that

Told my youngin when he get that ‘Vette them hoes gon’ jock that
N***a, you a hot mess
Lotta thousands laid on my chest, I’m talking no vest
Public housing, we where the smoke at, I gotta pour dat’

Talking millions, I had that Maybach ‘fore I was four in
Get that drank just for the relax, a n***a gotta pour a four in
One watch, that’s three bands
Rob the jeweler, still calling

Crank the window, nothing but clouds in
Bullets burn, give you a raw tan
Draco thirty hit me, it got a fifty named Top (Mm-mm)
B*t*h, we sticked up, it’s chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm)

(Who made this sh*t? TayTay made the beat)
Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm)
(Mommy, India got them beats)
(I got Hitman on the beat)

B*t*h n***a steady tryna show stop, it’s a dirty game, he gon’ lose his brain (Mm-mm)
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Release Year: 2020