Lyrics:
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one or five
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones' supposed to be there
We got
cinematic
Noise in the attic, bang out with the automatics
It's hood politics that bring the hunger back
I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack
people
and it could be my son on the chopping block
but im sure hell understand
youre at the table
and you seem nice enough
i just cant figure are you
to start anew
We lost our way so long ago
Chopping things down before they grow
Been gone so long, we went too far
Like crashing jets and shooting stars
Down in the forest, near a village
Lived the man called "Nick the Chopper"
Chopping woods his game and making money
Caring not for trees, he blindly
thought that you'd be blocking my fucking way
If wishes were horses
Then beggars would ride
Beggars would ride
You're chopping into my
You're chopping
a chucky
Nobody chuck from me, Yea
[CHORUS]
I'm like a chopping razor
Don't you watch my size
I'm dangerous, dangerous
If you eat asphalt
I
boy, you know I'm not soft
I'm chopping this bitch like a volleyball
Ha, ooh, I want it all
It's the money on me, yeah, I want it all
You run up
Pounding the world like a battering ram
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done
Pounding the world like a battering ram
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done
She see that I ride with the chopper
Keep them bands on me
Fuck the coppers
Now she wanna ride
And we just chopping it up
Asked her what her
like a rose, and I pierce like a thorn, yeah
Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress
Hey, hey, hey
You think that I'm a little baby
a mothafucka lift off
Flacko be mobbing all day
With niggas that's chopping that yay
They chopping them choppas they handle my problems
'Cause niggas be
the feelings gone
So I may just take a little dip
I’m off the top cuz man this shit is egregious
I’m Chopping rappers like General Grievous
You got you a problem
asks for when she need to pop
I'm on the dance flow
Got it on me and I know
Chopping the racks slow
Counting the money we go
She giving me action
Pulling
I’m still kicking life been rough
Maybe you can show me better things
And sometimes, sometimes I don’t always say what I feel
Chopping up with the devil
got no bills to pay
I'm keeping it real today, fuck how they feel today Ay
Woo... Push button on the coop
Woo... Feel like chopping off the roof
Woo...
leaf only
Keep a bag so the freaks on me
I love when she suck it no teeth on me
Ven aqui where the keys mami
That chopper chopping when its beef homie
rented
We chopping them down and we getting it
You pussy, you clowning, you friendly
Lets Rock & Roll
Whole gang gang slime like a cold
Whole gang gang
Karate
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Ich ni san shi better protect your body chopping
shit, just a chat
Niggas naa chop shit, just a chat!
Swear to god
Niggas is chopping
Niggas is cool
Spitting that hard shit
What they spitting is stool
Nigga know Im chopping shit
Put beef on teriyaki sticks
Nigga know I coming on some big posse lil posse shit
Grew up on some fist fight and fuck
don't play that game
I don't play that game no
Cooking like hibachi
Chopping in the kitchen teriyaki
Always on the move in the Lambo you can't catch me
I put a key in my whip, it ain't no push to start
Copping legal, imma put it on my Visa Card
Yeah, Trippy chopping chee on The Boulevard
I put a key
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