well all rightand these hoes we don't love y'all can i get a real nigga roll call chop chop chop it up chop chopchop it up chop chop chop it up chop it up chop it up chop it up that pussy tastes like a tropicalpopsicle that pussy tastes like a pineapple that's what she say when we chop chop chop it up how'dyou want to get up in a little bitty kitty cat here kitty kitty let me see it * fit in thatshoot my shot in a minute i'll be hitting that baby girl it's like i'm putting people in a minimac yeah yeah yes sir hit one club then i hit the next club i feel good like i just got abill of healthso we ain't giving up yet if you ain't talking about making mad paper you ain't speaking mylanguage better get a translator that's that gay * you'd probably be a translator you'reconfused you're probably a fan and hater give me a minute with kenny up in it then nigga finnagive you a feeling as if he invented confidence because i'm the * i said that i meant it imeant to be vicious so i can only picture me winning it concrete i don't give a damntalking business hit my gram you can chop chop chop it up yeah chop chop chop it up split theswisher in my mouththen i'm gonna get the gram go chop chop chop it up chop chop chop it upi get money with the friendand he's hoes we don't love y'all can i get a real nigga road callwe chop chop chop it up chop chop chop it upWe chop, chop, chop it upYeah, we chop, chop, chop it upOh yeah, we chop, chop, choppin' it upWhen I holla by the dollar, they come holla at usMy squad on the go, get top on the lowThat's secret service like Obama with usI'm cool as a glass of ice wide earthIf she fly, I'ma hit it, fly swatterIn a Venus fly trap, that's how I caught herWhen I think about her thought, nigga, I thought herYeah, I walk in the room and move the whole buildingI wrote songs for niggas who sold millionsEscape the jail cell and don't deal itSky's the limit, I got no ceiling*, sky's the limit, I never devise the imageOr infinite lies, realize I'm the realestI never hide my feelings, I'm right thereLet's describe my lyrics, it's like I spend the time in spiritsAnd I call it like I saw itEven as an alcoholic, I was still ballin'Picture me and Tiffany in ItalyI'm walkin' 20,000 on my neck, puttin' haters in a coffinWhoa, oh, haters in a coffin, yoNow we finna vacation where Ross live, yoIn a minute, I'll be callin' up the gobblin' niggasRollin' in Miami like we playin' for the Dolphins, outPlayin' for the Dolphins, offense, offensive linesYep, we all *-talkin', oxymoronYou can find me lost in the wind with your exYep, lines we crossin'Told y'all, told y'all, real nigga roll callDemi, Kenny, and Julius truly is the GOAT, y'allAndrew and Dominic, gods of this rhymin' *And we kinda lit when we chop-chop-choppin' itI get money with the famLast day I'm yesin'Close hoes, cars landFall, fall, ball againWe chop-chop-choppin' it upChop-chop-choppin' it upWe chop-chop-choppin' it upChop-chop-choppin' it upRoyalty above allGet beat for one phone callAnd these hoes, we don't love y'allCan I get a real nigga roll call?We chop-chop-choppin' it upChop-chop-choppin' it upWe chop-chop-choppin' it upWe chop-chop-choppin' it upWe chop-choppin' it up