Choppers and bricks
You know what it is
Guwop and Gizzle (Schyeah, schyeah, ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Streets ain’t ready for this, look
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma fuck a nigga bitch and bust a Rollie down (Yeah)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ll run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma fuck a nigga bitch and bust a Rollie down (Yeah)
Real big bag, I’ma get it (Get it)
Bitch ass fat, I’ma hit it (Hit it)
Snitch nigga hit, I’ma split it (Split it)
Broad day, leave no witness (None)
These laces, neck be blingin’ (Bling)
Beef time, nigga, I’m swingin’ (Yeah)
You jumped out there first (What?), I don’t know what the fuck you was thinkin’ (Clown)
Hot Boy Gizzle, I’m a dog (Dog)
I ain’t never been no fraud (No)
Real nigga stand on law (Yeah)
Real nigga behind that wall (Wall)
Hoes like the way I fuck (Yeah)
They swallow all this nut (Yeah)
Ho say, “It’s 2024 (Yeah), ram that dick in my butt” (Ooh)
You ain’t gotta tell me twice (No)
I’m a freak, that’s what I like (Yeah)
I’m a hustler, that’s what I do (Yeah), used to be in the trap all night (Night)
Used to be in the trap all day (Day)
Nigga count cash all day (Day)
Nigga home with all the bullshit, chopper city, boy, don’t play (Yeah)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma fuck a nigga bitch and bust a Rollie down (Yeah)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma run a bag up (Up, huh), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ll run a bag up (Up, up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma fuck a nigga bitch (Up, up, what?) and bust a Rollie down (Go, yeah)
Guwop done ran up them M’s (M’s), now I’m tryna run up some biz (Ooh)
Game is to be sold and I told you can’t get nothin’ for free (No)
Earrings two-fifty a piece (Burr), my necklace a million at least (Bling)
Gucci’s a beast in the street and my team be reppin’ the East (EA)
Choppers & Bricks is the title, Pablo Esco’ is my idol
I don’t do songs with my rivals, we don’t clique up with outsiders (Nah)
My niggas in war with Al-Qaeda, some of ’em go fishin’ and go find ya
Find that you a snitch, can’t sign ya, my jit do drills in designer (Gucci)
And I told you once, my bullets don’t discriminate (Huh?)
We make it rain with hollow tips when it precipitate (Baow, bah)
It ain’t no one that Shiesty Shiest was sick to penetrate (Yeah)
They hit his head, but he didn’t die, but he can’t concentrate (It’s Gucci)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma fuck a nigga bitch and bust a Rollie down (Yeah)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ll run a bag up (Up), run a nigga down (Down)
I’ma fuck a nigga bitch and bust a Rollie down (Yeah)
