Discover the poetic beauty in ‘My Choppa Hate Niggas’ by 21 Savage. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 21 Savage or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I can show you how to fit a M in a duffel
Show you how to fit a hunnid bags in a duffel
Went and bought a Demon nigga, just to burn rubber
Bitch you bad as f*ck I might just hit you with no rubber
On that Slaughter Gang shit, bitch, we knife talkin’
Nigga, I ain’t makin’ no diss songs, we be white chalkin’
All my niggas dogs and we like to bite, don’t it?
Glock 30, .45, with the mic on it
Goin’ brazy, niggas think I need a psych, don’t it
If I can’t finesse ’em, I’mma put the pipe on ’em
Niggas pussy, they can’t wait to turn to mice on ya
12 catch ya, they gon’ put the blue lights on ya
Hang around a lot of gang bangin’ ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK, ’cause my choppa hate niggas
Hang around a lot of gang bangin’ ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK, ’cause my choppa hate niggas
You do a lot of talkin’, nigga, not me
Do a lot of walkin’, nigga, that’s me
Finna open up a morgue, all this damn beef
Choppa with the sword, Game of Thrones, .223
Max out, Tee Tay down the road, finna max out
Late night, pullin’ into ‘partments, all the scraps out
Scraps out, made the wrong move, get clapped out
Don’t you think I’m slippin’ just because a nigga rap now
Wear a hoodie, man, I’m the boogie man
We on that bullshit, man, walk around with Uzis, man
This a Mulsanne, not a Mustang
Let the .30 hang, nigga, I’m so gang
Hang around a lot of gang bangin’ ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK, ’cause my choppa hate niggas
Hang around a lot of gang bangin’ ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK, ’cause my choppa hate niggas
Nightmare on Elm Street
Issa Nightmare on Elm Street
A Nightmare on Elm Street
Feel like Jason, Friday 13th
Hockey mask with the .223
Issa Nightmare on Elm Street
A Nightmare on Elm Street