Lyrics:
the box
cnd come with shit you can't top, no
Just wait and sit for the drop and
I'm coming in with the chops, flow
I ain't the kid to get popped
Stay with
me,
cll these ladies wanna screw me and they dudes wanna chop me,
Cept for all the dudes who just wanna copy,
But them niggaz not me,
Y'all had best be
ain't tragic
Touchdown
Got me feeling like Magic
Bitch you is dumb
Load up the chop
It go dum dum dum dum
Silencer all on the gun
Get you hit we ain't
he had to take the L
Until he spun the park with a chop to even the playing field
Fight or flight reality
Counting the casualties
Rest in power
again
On gang look
We spin on his block
2 seaters
Niggas is hot
So we don’t need a heater
I got a rock and I’m rocking the beater
Got a new chop
Nigga postin' that chop, he a rookie
How the fuck you a killer, and you ain't got no bodies
Nigga I ain't no killer for real, but push me
See how the fuck
London boys wan chop
On solos
On solos
Shaye o, shaye o
Me I'm gonna flex don't care what they gon say oh, gon say o
Party everyday don't care if it's
they really ain't tough
I'm like a vampire, you garlic, hoe, I won't chop it up
When I was working just for sport, y'all put them chairs in them forts
If
mang
Sống cho đáng với mấy thằng em chia mấy bánh giòn tan
Không sấm chớp tụi tao make it rain rất thiệt man
Không cần tới lời khen của bất cứ một ai
Vì
Shirt designer jeans skinny but my pockets hefty
Walk it out aye walk it out
Blower on me so who tryna spark it out
Up the chop left him running like
sitting
At the top of a attic as a memoir
Chop it all off, put it in a
Box and write on the top
"another decoration for the Boondox"
Looking into my face
with me? That's some true cap
Four of Quagen, finna quench my thirst
Chop futuristic, we'll knock him out the metaverse
Unky finna make the dog fight,
niggas won't be lucky
Bro be annoyed like skepta
All of my goons are mad at meta
Chop your body kpoof kpoof konga
Then she want me online
Legend ni mi mo
the boss, bitch, I'm the boss
Crystal tab with lots of lipgloss
CEO with the candy floss
Do what I ask or you'll get the chop
I'm the boss bitch,
wey first buy car
Na him buy old model
Chop jeje no need to use shovel eee
To use shovel eee
See me for the man wey I be
And when u look in the mirror
knockin out
Peelin back the layers dice and chop so much to talk about
They'll try to fool U screw U swallow and consume U if it's opportunity
From where I
drop the d like a beat in chop and screwd...
I drop the dick like a nuke yeah
Pussy is pink left it blue yeah
I gotta dip like a chew yeah
Sorry
cant escape ya watch mi whack him up now!
Who inform come mek me chop them up now see mi tie him up mi
Bag him up mi kill them off now!
If you try
I’m stuck up but I never fucked up
You a snitch I swear I cut your tongue off
Money is never enough like small chops
Now I see you running like
Haff1 make it mi say without a doubt
Selassie protect mi route, I I
I man see it clearrr, so clearrr
Yow chops mi see it clear, mi see it clear
Mi see
Everyone in the click could have a shag
She like a dealership, boutta give out a hummer
But he couldn't get it up man what a bummer
Huh, chop you like some
children
You invested in chains, new Jays , do yo thang
Got to give it all I got
Ima win and take the shot
All the beef we got to chop
I am grinding never
the same, shout out Drake
Me and AG freestyling on pound cake, wait
Slow it down, chop it up, they know what's up
I'm so diverse, I got no limit
They nod
W my killas steady gangin
Roll a chop and spark it up this for
My brother who in heaven
I be high as a kite
Green beam for the sight
Speak down
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