LYRIC

CHOPPA SHOOT THE LOUDEST – Lil Tecca & Chief Keef Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Uh, ah (Yeah)
Man, you ain’t no booty call
I’m not, babe (Damn, Ryder)
Ight then, it’s 3AM, what you—, what you calling for?
It’s not, it’s 2, it’s 2
Come on, man
Nah, I ain’t no booty callin’ nigga, don’t call me
I got ’til 3, I got ’til 3
I ain’t no dick call, bitch
What?
You said “I ain’t no dick call”
Haha

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa hit the target (Loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa hit the target (Ooh)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Type of young nigga that’s sliming you out (Ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga keep that in a drought (Ha)
Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (Yeah)
Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut (Ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga send packages out (Yeah, yeah)
Eatin’ the dust when the boys pop out (Ah)

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
(Yeah) Yeah, I told my guys let’s get it with no doubt (Doubt)
I’m in a Lambo’ where foreigns pull out
Had to relocate, I just bought a house
She slide and I hit it, now she need a towel (Yeah)
My baby, she bad, I go the extra mile (Woah)
Don’t hear what you sayin’, bitch, I’m off the loud (Loud)
And she do not want me ’cause I been around, yeah (Around)
I got gas up in my pocket, I got gas up in the air
Trip’ gon’ send that boy to Heaven, I’m gon’ send that boy to hell (Boy)
She just asked me how I’m doin’, I told her, “I’m doin’ well”
If you really thinkin’ that you like that, told ’em to pull up and do it again
Do it again, yeah, told ’em to do it again, yeah
Said that I’m doin’ her friend, do it again, yeah
Told her to do it again, yeah
Told her to do it again, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa hit the target (Loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa hit the target (Ooh)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Type of young nigga that’s sliming you out (Yeah)
Type of young nigga keep that in a drought (Ha)
Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (Yeah)
Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut (Ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga send packages out (Yeah, yeah)
Eatin’ the dust when the boys pop out (Ah)

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Type of young nigga to wide body the Lambo’ (Lambo’)
Type of young nigga spent it all on ammo (Ammo)
Type of young nigga with the all black camo (Camo)
Type of young nigga that chased down famo
Type of young nigga send fifty on Venmo
Type of young nigga that sits and scandals (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Type of young nigga wear Moncler sandals (Yeah)
Type of young nigga back out where the sand be (Damn, yeah)
And I got them tools like I’m handy
Type of young nigga got deals like Wendy’s (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Type of young nigga Trackhawk’s and semi’s
Type of young nigga took off on the enemy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Like catch ’em, can’t catch ’em (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We catch ’em, it’s stretch ’em (Skrrt, skrrt)
When we pull up, you better step up, you say you steppin’ (Gang)

[Refrain: Chief Keef]
I done grew up and seen all type of shit happen (Bang, what you do?)
I just spent it all and get Morgan, I’m captain (Damn, Ryder, skudusku, okay, okay)
Where I’m from, the school don’t call granny, ain’t know I was absent (Don’t, granny)
Now I’m at the show, where I got white bitches flashin’ (Gang)
Heard he was talkin’ crazy, so I am not dappin’ him (Bang, what you do?)
Told foenem, 20K when I see him, I’m smackin’ him (Damn, Ryder, skudusku, okay, okay)
We don’t fuck with opposites, bitch, we don’t fuck with antonyms (Dududuh)
Ride with a bunny rabbit made me feel like Eminem

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa hit the target (Loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (Loud)
Choppa hit the target (Ooh)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Type of young nigga that’s sliming you out (Yeah)
Type of young nigga keep that in a drought (Ha)
Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (Yeah)
Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut (Ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga send packages out (Yeah, yeah)
Eatin’ the dust when the boys pop out (Ah)

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