My Choppa Hate Sheehins

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]

Pump to his chest, 40 in the TEC, run up, leave him wet

His bitch gave me neck, sippin' on that Tech

Keep that chrome on my side, split his head wide

On that type of time, n***as down to ride, I ain't gotta lie

You would think your bitch love me when she calling my phone

She keep blowing up my shit, I told her, "Leave me alone"

This bitch wanted me to fuck, I only wanted the dome

Heard his n***as talking shit, but they don't want no smoke

When I get that fuckin' mop, it's a different approach

N***as think that they a giant, but they really a roach

N***as choke, when it blow, big pole, with a scope

No reload, watch him fall, 40 blow him down the road, gang



[Hook : Young Renton]

Hang around a lot of annoying ass crackers

Yah, yah, yah annoying ass crackers

You might have a penis, I don't

But I have a gun

I call it Thomas McCourt

Because my choppa hate Sheahans



Hang around a lot of annoying ass crackers

Yah, yah, yah annoying ass crackers

You might have a penis, I don't

But I have a gun

I call it Edward Smith

Because my choppa hate Sheahans