Lyrics Choppa Spray - Honchoknock

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That 404 shit
RoyalBlood shit
HonchOKnOcK
Head HonchOKnOcK
Know what the fuck going on man

Broad day I let the chopper spray
In the cemetery where my problems lay
Fuck around n you can get popped today
Come Shoot up where ya mama stay
Bitch, we don't fuck around
Pole hold 30
In the head got a extra round
And ain goin back n forth
I let the stick talk
Tryna go big on a na get ya picked off
No fucks given, smoke a na like a menthol
I can't let em tell me what to do
I'ma big boss

I go brick wall
Hard body gotta keep the clique small
Bitches wanna fuck me just to get on
Tell them hoes get gone
She bad, fuck her then she get sent home
Tell em run it back just like a hit song
Got a white bitch wimme but she green
Like a mint thong
Take a na bitch like a picture
He make a diss song
I been knocking hoes off my list
But the list long
She like how I whip it with no hands
Like my wrist gone
Finna pull up
Kicking shit, I got yo bitch gone
Fuck her in a hotel room
Can't take the bitch home
Ya make one false move n yo life gone
How I pop shit got em blowing up my phone

Broad day I let the chopper spray
In the cemetery where my problems lay
Fuck around n you can get popped today
Come Shoot up where ya mama stay
Bitch, we don't fuck around
Pole hold 30
In the head got a extra round
And ain goin back n forth
I let the stick talk
Tryna go big on a na get ya picked off
No fucks given, smoke a na like a menthol
I can't let em tell me what to do
I'ma big boss

Boss shit
HonchOKnOcK
Rick Ross
I'm tryna get all inside her mouth
Just like dental floss
Pacing
Mind racing
Got my mental lost
Cash flow
Money on my mind
I can't get it off
I go cut a bitch heart out
Just like I'm throwing trumps
Razor blade
Sharper than a spade
Chop him to a stump
She just wanna party wimme
Smoke n get drunk
Late night
Got her running from me like a marathon
I been chasing funds and they follow me like I'm Farrakhan
Traded in my last bitch
Now I got a better one
If u wanna pop it, be bout it
Cause we don't settle nun

Broad day I let the chopper spray
In the cemetery where my problems lay
Fuck around n you can get popped today
Come Shoot up where ya mama stay
Bitch, we don't fuck around
Pole hold 30
In the head got a extra round
And ain goin back n forth
I let the stick talk
Tryna go big on a na get ya picked off
No fucks given, smoke a na like a menthol
I can't let em tell me what to do
I'ma big boss

These ns can't tell me shit
Play around and he get chopped like stick
These ns can't tell me shit
I might just pull up on yo block witcha bitch
Can't tell me shit
I'm with everything that you with
And some
None of these ns ain't