Choppa Shoot The Loudest Lyrics – Lil Tecca

[Intro: Chief Keef & SosMula]
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 calling n!gga
Don't call me
I got 'til 3, I got 'til 3
I ain't no d!ck call, b!tch
What?
You said, “I ain't no d!ck call”
Hahahaha

[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 (Oh)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Type of young n!gga that's sliming you out (Oh, yeah)
Type of young n!gga keep that in a drought (Ha)
Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (Yeah)
Type of young n!gga keep sticks in the cut (Oh, yeah)
Type of young n!gga send packages out (Yeah, yeah)
Eating 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 saying, b!tch, 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' gone send that boy to Heaven
I'm gone send that boy to hell (Boy)
She just asked me how I'm doing
I told her, "I'm doing well"
If you really thinking 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 doing 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 (Oh)

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

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Type of young n!gga wide body the Lambo' (Lambo')
Type of young n!gga spent it all on ammo (Ammo)
Type of young n!gga with the all black camo (Camo)
Type of young n!gga that chased down famo
Type of young n!gga send fifty on Venmo
Type of young n!gga that sense a scandal (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Type of young n!gga wear Moncler sandals (Yeah)
Type of young n!gga backyard where the sand be (Damn, yeah)
And I got them tools like I'm handy
Type of young n!gga got deals like Wendy's
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Type of young n!gga Trackhawk's and semi's
Type of young n!gga took off on the enemy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Like Ketchum can't catch 'em (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We catch 'em, then stretch 'em (Skrrt, skrrt)
When we pull up, you better step up
You say you stepping (Gang)

[Bridge: Chief Keef]
I done grew up and seen all type of sh!t 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 b!tches flashing (Gang)
Heard he was talking crazy
So I am not dapping him (Bang, what you do?)
Told foenem, 20K when I see him
I'm smacking him (Damn, Ryder, skudusku, okay, okay)
We don't f**k with opposites
B!tch, we don't f**k 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 (Oh)

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