well all right
and these hoes we don't love y'all can i get a real nigga roll call chop chop chop it up chop chop
chop it up chop chop chop it up chop it up chop it up chop it up that pussy tastes like a tropical
popsicle that pussy tastes like a pineapple that's what she say when we chop chop chop it up how'd
you want to get up in a little bitty kitty cat here kitty kitty let me see it * fit in that
shoot my shot in a minute i'll be hitting that baby girl it's like i'm putting people in a mini
mac yeah yeah yes sir hit one club then i hit the next club i feel good like i just got a
bill of health
so we ain't giving up yet if you ain't talking about making mad paper you ain't speaking my
language better get a translator that's that gay * you'd probably be a translator you're
confused you're probably a fan and hater give me a minute with kenny up in it then nigga finna
give you a feeling as if he invented confidence because i'm the * i said that i meant it i
meant to be vicious so i can only picture me winning it concrete i don't give a damn
talking business hit my gram you can chop chop chop it up yeah chop chop chop it up split the
swisher in my mouth
then i'm gonna get the gram go chop chop chop it up chop chop chop it up
i get money with the friend
and he's hoes we don't love y'all can i get a real nigga road call
we chop chop chop it up chop chop chop it up
We chop, chop, chop it up
Yeah, we chop, chop, chop it up
Oh yeah, we chop, chop, choppin' it up
When I holla by the dollar, they come holla at us
My squad on the go, get top on the low
That's secret service like Obama with us
I'm cool as a glass of ice wide earth
If she fly, I'ma hit it, fly swatter
In a Venus fly trap, that's how I caught her
When I think about her thought, nigga, I thought her
Yeah, I walk in the room and move the whole building
I wrote songs for niggas who sold millions
Escape the jail cell and don't deal it
Sky's the limit, I got no ceiling
*, sky's the limit, I never devise the image
Or infinite lies, realize I'm the realest
I never hide my feelings, I'm right there
Let's describe my lyrics, it's like I spend the time in spirits
And I call it like I saw it
Even as an alcoholic, I was still ballin'
Picture me and Tiffany in Italy
I'm walkin' 20,000 on my neck, puttin' haters in a coffin
Whoa, oh, haters in a coffin, yo
Now we finna vacation where Ross live, yo
In a minute, I'll be callin' up the gobblin' niggas
Rollin' in Miami like we playin' for the Dolphins, out
Playin' for the Dolphins, offense, offensive lines
Yep, we all *-talkin', oxymoron
You can find me lost in the wind with your ex
Yep, lines we crossin'
Told y'all, told y'all, real nigga roll call
Demi, Kenny, and Julius truly is the GOAT, y'all
Andrew and Dominic, gods of this rhymin' *
And we kinda lit when we chop-chop-choppin' it
I get money with the fam
Last day I'm yesin'
Close hoes, cars land
Fall, fall, ball again
We chop-chop-choppin' it up
Chop-chop-choppin' it up
We chop-chop-choppin' it up
Chop-chop-choppin' it up
Royalty above all
Get beat for one phone call
And these hoes, we don't love y'all
Can I get a real nigga roll call?
We chop-chop-choppin' it up
Chop-chop-choppin' it up
We chop-chop-choppin' it up
We chop-chop-choppin' it up
We chop-choppin' it up