Choppa Won't Miss
Playboi Carti Lyrics


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Yeah! We ain't wasting no time
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Splat, splat, splat, woo!

Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Hundred round drum killin' everybody
Hundred round drum killin' everybody
Choppa won't miss a nigga

She hop on the dick and she split
Hop on my dick like a bitch
Suck on my dick like a tick
You a copier, yeah, you like to copy shit
You ain't even on the style 'til young Carti popped the shit
I got hella hoes (woah), on some papi shit (woah, woah)
Need to pop a bitch, need a solid bitch, harder than a brick
Choppers on the counter, pints all in the fridge

Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Hundred round drum killin' everybody
Hundred round drum killin' everybody
Choppa won't miss a nigga

Out there running with my gun
Young nigga shoot for fun
Put some money on your head, I sell yo ass for ten
I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit
I got bitches on top of bitches, and all my bitches tens
I spill and then I milly rock, just hide it in my sock
I got bitches in the lot (lot), pouring up the pop (pop)

Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Hundred round drum killin' everybody (yeah)
Hundred round drum killin' everybody
Choppa won't miss a nigga (grrrah, Jeffrey!)

Thirty round drum in the jean jacket
That makin' mean my jean kinda baggy
I never go for a chain snatch (I never go for a chain snatch)
I done been done had the same jewerly
Three-twenty all on the dash
A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon
Me and the dawgs smokin' nothin' but nasty (dawg!)
Fuck the law and whoever askin' (yeah yeah)
Cheated on my bitch with a bitch, so you know she was livid
Cheated on my bitch with a bitch with bigger titties
'Bout to cheat on my bitch with a mothafuckin' midget (mothafuckin' midget)
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city
Stackin' for the dawg, I got hoes in every city
That funny hoe, why that bitch say that we living here?
Ran over the law, if I tell 'em, "aye, let's get it"
Platinum way, let's get it, diamonds in my face, let's get it
I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, aye!

Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Hundred round drum killin' everybody
Hundred round drum killin' everybody
Choppa won't miss a nigga

Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!




Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Playboi Carti's song "Choppa Won't Miss" are centered around the idea of violence, and particularly gun violence. Throughout the song, Carti is boasting about his ability to kill without mercy, stating that his "choppa won't miss a nigga" and that his "hundred round drum" can kill "everybody." He even goes as far as saying that he would "sell yo ass for ten" and that he has "bitches on top of bitches." The lyrics also contain several sexual references, with Carti bragging about women hopping on his dick and sucking it like a tick.


Overall, the lyrics come off as threatening and boastful, promoting violent behavior and degrading women. Some listeners might interpret the song as a reflection of the toxic and dangerous culture of gun violence in the hip-hop community. However, others might argue that it's just a song meant to be enjoyed for its catchy beats and clever rhymes, and not to be taken too seriously.


Line by Line Meaning

Choppa won't miss a nigga
The gun is so accurate that it will not miss the target


Hundred round drum killin' everybody
The gun has a drum that can hold a hundred rounds of ammo and is capable of killing multiple people


She hop on the dick and she split
A woman quickly leaves after engaging in a sexual act with the rapper


Suck on my dick like a tick
The woman is performing oral sex on the rapper


You ain't even on the style 'til young Carti popped the shit
People started copying his style only after Playboi Carti became successful


Need to pop a bitch, need a solid bitch, harder than a brick
He's looking for a trustworthy woman who is unyielding and tough


Choppers on the counter, pints all in the fridge
There are guns on the countertop and plenty of cough syrup with codeine in the refrigerator


Young nigga shoot for fun
He enjoys shooting guns


Put some money on your head, I sell yo ass for ten
He would sell someone for ten thousand dollars


Cheated on my bitch with a bitch with bigger titties
He was unfaithful to his girlfriend with someone who had larger breasts


'Bout to cheat on my bitch with a mothafuckin' midget
He plans on being unfaithful to his girlfriend with a little person


Platinum way, let's get it, diamonds in my face, let's get it
He's excited to make money and show off his expensive diamond jewelry


Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
The sound of him making gun noises




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffrey Williams, Jordan Carter, Jordan Timothy Jenks

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