My Choppa Hate N****s
21 Savage & Metro Boomin Lyrics


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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 fuck 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' in the 'partments, all the straps out
Straps out, made the wrong move, get clapped out
Don't you think I'm slippin' just because a nigga rap now
Got 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

Overall Meaning

21 Savage and Metro Boomin's hard-hitting track, "My Choppa Hate Niggas," is a gritty portrayal of the violent realities of gang life. The track's opening lines reveal that 21 Savage knows how to pack a lot of firepower into a duffel bag, including a Demon and countless bags of illicit substances. The chorus asserts that every gang member needs a powerful weapon, represented here as a chopper or AK-style rifle. The reference to the KKK, while shocking, highlights the disturbing reality of racial tensions in the United States and the fact that gang violence often stems from systemic racism and poverty.


The verses reveal a brutal world where violence is an everyday occurrence. 21 Savage asserts that his gang is "Slaughter Gang," meaning they are willing to go to extreme lengths to stay on top. Despite this, he claims that his gang doesn't make diss songs, preferring to let their actions speak for themselves. The reference to the police putting blue lights on a suspect's car is an eerie reminder of the very real consequences of gang activity: death or imprisonment. Finally, 21 Savage compares himself to a monster, roaming the night like the Boogie Man with a deadly weapon in hand.


Line by Line Meaning

I can show you how to fit a M in a duffel
I can teach you how to fit a million dollars in a bag


Show you how to fit a hunnid bags in a duffel
I can show you how to fit 100 bags of money in a bag


Went and bought a Demon nigga, just to burn rubber
I bought a fast car just to drive recklessly


Bitch you bad as fuck I might just hit you with no rubber
You're very attractive and I might have sex with you without a condom


On that Slaughter Gang shit, bitch, we knife talkin'
I'm on the Slaughter Gang and we're not afraid to use knives


Nigga, I ain't makin' no diss songs, we be white chalkin'
I'm not making any songs insulting others, instead we're killing them and leaving their bodies outlined in chalk


All my niggas dogs and we like to bite, don't it?
My crew is like dogs and we enjoy attacking


Glock 30, .45, with the mic on it
I have a Glock 30 with a .45 caliber and a microphone attached


Goin' brazy, niggas think I need a psych, don't it
People think I need psychiatric help because of my violent behavior


If I can't finesse 'em, I'mma put the pipe on 'em
If I can't trick someone, I'll use a gun to threaten them


Niggas pussy, they can't wait to turn to mice on ya
People are cowards and will turn on you quickly


12 catch ya, they gon' put the blue lights on ya
If the police catch you, they will shine their blue lights on you


Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas
I spend time with many gang members


Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?
What gang do you belong to? Crips or Bloods? Blue or red?


You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
You may have a handgun, but my weapon is much larger


I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas
I named my gun KKK because it hates black people


You do a lot of talkin', nigga, not me
You talk a lot, but I don't


Do a lot of walkin', nigga, that's me
I'm always on the move


Finna open up a morgue, all this damn beef
I'm about to start a war that will result in many deaths


Choppa with the sword, Game of Thrones, .223
My gun is like a sword from Game of Thrones, it's a .223 caliber


Max out, Tee Tay down the road, finna max out
I'm going to take my gun to the max level and inflict as much damage as possible


Late night, pullin' into 'partments, all the scraps out
Late at night, I'm driving to apartments to deal drugs or commit crimes


Scraps out, made the wrong move, get clapped out
If you make a mistake, I'll shoot you without hesitation


Don't you think I'm slippin' just because a nigga rap now
Just because I'm a rapper, don't underestimate my ability to be violent


Wear a hoodie, man, I'm the boogie man
I wear a hoodie to look scary, like the boogeyman


We on that bullshit, man, walk around with Uzis, man
We're up to no good, walking around with Uzis


This a Mulsanne, not a Mustang
I'm driving a fancy Bentley, not a cheap Mustang


Let the .30 hang, nigga, I'm so gang
I'm carrying a .30 caliber gun and I'm very gangster


Nightmare on Elm Street
This is like a nightmare on Elm Street


Issa Nightmare on Elm Street
This definitely feels like a nightmare on Elm Street


Feel like Jason, Friday 13th
I feel like Jason from Friday the 13th, ready to cause havoc


Hockey mask with the .223
I'm wearing a hockey mask while holding a .223 caliber gun




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kevin Gomringer, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Tim Gomringer

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@Ghostfacelou

metro gotta be locked up for this beat wtf

@christianmandigo5108

ghost face On God

@528Chris

ghost face lmaoo

@nobodyatall998

Nigga owes me a new set of eardrums.

@y_shht1924

ghost face it's so hardddd๐Ÿ”ฅ

@GamerMoazxx

AHLIEEEE

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@Wxlfgang

Metro is a Magician.

@ARSHXVN

Papa Shades totally

@pprophet

dont sleep on cubeatz tho i think they did that reversed melody later on

@ARSHXVN

Exkaliber the whole beat is a work of art .

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