Yoppa

[Intro]

(Perfect)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Chris Brown]

Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy)

Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' llama (Ayy)

Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas

Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Woo)

Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama (Perfect)

Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah-yeah)

Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah)

Know I tote that yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Keep a yoppa (Oh)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Keep it on me, yeah, it stay on me at all times

Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, it's suicide

Aimin' at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly

Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry? (Ow!)

Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat (Oh)

Protect my family 'cause I don't trust the police now

Love my choppa and I know she loves me

Ain't no safety 'cause it got the lemon squeeze

(Perfect)

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]

Don't even try

You ain't 'bout that life

You ain't ready to die

Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life (Woo!)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Chris Brown]

Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy, father)

Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' llama (Ayy)

Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas

Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Yeah)

Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama (Perfect)

Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah-yeah)

Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah)

Know I tote that yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Go, go, woo, woo, woo, woo)

Keep a yoppa (Oh)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

Keep a yoppa, my nigga, I keep a choppa

If you pull it and your gun jam, sayonara, c'est la vie

Say you got a problem, my nig', so what's the problem?

It can go down right now, this slaughter

Should think smarter, should think better

And I ain't 'bout to argue with a grown ass nigga

I ain't here to play no game

Give a fuck who you claim

Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]

Don't even try

You ain't 'bout that life

You ain't ready to die

Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life

[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Chris Brown]

Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy)

Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' llama (Ayy)

Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas

Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Woo)

Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama (Perfect)

Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah-yeah)

Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Yeah)

Know I tote that yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Keep a yoppa (Oh)