Chop Shop

Pre-rolls in a pack, too lit, still drivin'
Three girls and I bet that they all bring drama
E stay on my left in case they wanna start problems
Keys stay in the whip, and the whips outside

With about five in em
Ripped denim on my legs with her hand on it
Ass so fat, had to put a "god damn" on it
Then I'm gone like ta-da
She was like, "what up?"
I was like, "nada"
Said she comin' to the casa and she'll be here at about nine
Looked at what I had on and then told it "bye-bye"
Lace on her legs, nails cut it like chop shop
Lookin' all professional like she do it a lot-lot
Told me I was crazy, I said "baby, I know"
Now she walkin' out on me, still wearin' my clothes
Like Torey Lanez, manicured, pedicured toes
Then she call me in a week and say she wanna come home
Now she gettin' in the car, I'm drop-droppin' her off
I ain't seen her in a while, she drop-droppin' the calls
I should take it as a sign, should not-not get involved
But I gotta make her mine, I'm not stoppin' at all
Wall to wall problems
All of y'all got em
Dawg, what I am, no, y'all just can't stop him
Treat me just like the dog that I am
The Pam to my Tom
They caught us on cam
And now they pass me on by with their eyes glued
They'll never understand about the boy but they try to
You'll never understand the way that it feels when I wake up with someone else and-
God dammit, it's not you
God dammit it's-

Pre-rolls in a pack, too lit, still drivin'
Three girls and I bet that they all bring drama
E stay on my left in case they wanna start problems
Keys stay in the whip, and the whips outs-
Pre-rolls in a pack, too lit, still drivin'
Three girls and I bet that they all bring drama
E stay on my left in case they wanna start problems
Keys stay in the whip, and the whips outs-

And the whips outs-

I'm drop-droppin' her off

And the whips outs-

I'm drop-droppin' her off

And the whips outs-



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Writer(s): Wyatt Amick
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