What I took, I didn't steal it What I took, I didn't steal it Don't insult me, you're not a thief I ride my bike in the neighboring city To avoid the controllers I just got out of the dealership I'm in the chop chop chop I just got out of the dealership I'm in the chop chop I've been through so much horror Today I'm popular I'm the last class, I'm riding in town My girl puts sunscreen on My presence is worth your salary I don't say that to make you dirty I make salt and it's salicylic acid To get closer to the soul I'm doing well, I'm in good health And everything is going for the best It insults me on Twitter I'm in Tet and everything is going for the best Raise your glass, come and drink My health, I want to touch the skies Tell your grandmother now And pray to leave the ghost We're looking for a restaurant In the diamond, in the stone You're just lying You're a Uber driver When there's a jet, you shoot Directly in the arteries But did you forget that it's hot in the office We're in the chop chop chop I'm in the chop chop chop We're in the chop chop chop I'm in the chop chop chop While I'm sorry For the money, I have zone A few judgments, we wait I did everything I had to Charbonneur, I never stole I raise my head and I avenge I'm really into your parties Hold on, it's not a salute I don't say that to make you dirty I make salt and it's salicylic acid No more, it's a salute Because my stories are spoken I've never run in the forest You can't start if your wife is a star With the grandmother, the total, they love it I don't regret never being a star I don't regret never being a star These sons of bitches, I take them to the ground I take myself for Vince in front of the mirror Why no one is outside? Hear, Pierre Hey, hey, hey Ferries, world of adepts Cellular, too many calls I'm inside, I smoke green I'm outside, I see the opposite We're looking for a restaurant In the diamond, in the stone You're just lying You're a Uber driver When there's a jet, you shoot Directly in the arteries But you forgot, it's hot in hell But they're in there, chop, chop, chop But they're in there, chop, chop, chop But they're in there, chop, chop, chop But they're in there, chop, chop, chop BGP at the cashier Bring back the console You want the picture? I stop on the bike Only 10 guattos, let's go right away I did the militia without playing the lottery I wrote, I rode with Massas The street is us, it's at home, it's the cashier Make your DP, make me lose the roll The guy is dirty, I pass it to the roller I drank 30 on Saturday I got tired on Tuesday She wanted me like Marie I missed Lehlel on Monday We shoot each other on Alorbe We don't speak Chinese, we speak English Miller already has drug stories Miller already has Thor stories I go in, I go in, check, it's a big cross I roll you over, you die through Hey, hey, no, you're just a tracker I see you, you want to put the tracer I make the GTR come out Five stars, you bought it at the bar And you're looking for me all your life Ask your baby mama We're looking for a restaurant In the diamond, in the stone And you're just lying Tell her you want Uber When there's a GTR Directly in the arteries But you forgot Tell her it's hot in hell Put some sound in there Chop, chop, chop Make some noise, chop, chop, chop, chop Put some sound in there Chop, chop, chop Make some noise, chop, chop, chop, chop Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Make some noise Chop, chop, chop, chop Make some noise Chop, chop, chop