Tangotalk

[Intro: Byron Messia] Yeah Da-da-da-da-da… Da-da-da-da-da (B0mbaclaat) (Ayy, Rvssian) Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Byron Messia] Custom grip ‘pon di brand new stick (Buss) When mi kill a bwoy, mi nuh chat ’bout it (Trust) Di ‘K wid di muzzle, got it wrapped ’round it, yeah Di thing sing sweet, mi nah fi auto tune it (Ah) One strap, two strap, three strap, four Four n!ggas strapped inna Honda Accord, woah Windows down, we a wave four-four, woah Bwoy turn Usain Bolt [Chorus: Byron Messia] Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do) Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do) Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do) Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do) [Post-Chorus: Byron Messia] Pu*sy boy say him want beef and clout Put him ‘pon di news-ews Carbon sound, boy, lost and found When di choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do, uh [Verse 2: Byron Messia] Body drop like Netflix series Chopper sing sweet like it have diabetes Make yuh mama bawl please ‘pon she knees-ees Glock .22 tuck in a Amiri’s Believe me, yow, Saint Kitts We nuh give a fu*k so we can’t catch diseases From a mini teen, yow, Papa, where we been? A play with gun them been a play with hot peas [Verse 3: Lil Baby] I can sell water to a whale, I’m a hustler Government officials still tripping at customs Held me up for ten hours on the plane, we was stuck there Lately, I been drinking my problems, where the cups at? They ain’t rocking with us, they against us and it’s fu*k them Whoever I say can’t come, can’t come here Go at anybody, anywhere, on any given Sunday Crazy, I’ma celebrity, I used to be a convict I gotta get revenge, I can’t have it on my conscience Go slide, go slide, yeah, gunfire, gunfire We got all these blicks on us, we ain’t on no dumb s*it But we ready for one opp, two opp, three opp, four We bring smoke to a pu*sy front door (Oh) I was playing cool, but I never let it go Brodie in the jungle, go to sleep with the swirls, crazy [Verse 4: Byron Messia] And me dawg bust the case and we laugh Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha Dada, dada One strap, two strap, three strap, four Killa dem knock pon your door (Door) It’s a robbery, get pon di’ floor (Get pon di’ floor) Yow, real dawgs [Chorus: Byron Messia] Make the choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do) Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do) Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do) Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (Do-do-do-do) [Post-Chorus: Byron Messia] Pu*sy boy say him want beef and clout Put him ‘pon di news-ews Carbon sound, boy, lost and found When di choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do, uh [Outro: Byron Messia