Chophouse
Feelin' it now, I just let the top off
Now there ain't even no ceiling on it 'cause it done got chopped off
Thought you was feelin' yourself for a minute but you done got dropped off
You a rat, you a bitch, you a cop out
Wanted beef then he sent to the chophouse
They ain' fool me I'm sharp like the cutlery
They ain' fool me but they just been buggin' me
Walk around with the pants and a gun on me
I'm a hot head but that is the company
I'm the father and y'all just a son to me
I put stars in the roof of the Cullinan
Ain't abandoning nothing I'm runnin' in
Flip the pack then it's actually comin' in
Hit the pack with the thrax and the runtz in it
And the coke with the ice with the rum in it
Kick the door in bitch and I'm thumpin' it
Out the foreign of the window I'm dumpin' it
Get to pouring and it's raining I'm slumping 'em
And the slugs with the rounds and I'm pumpin' him
Took a perc got me warm, I'm loving it
Ain't no slut but she sucking me lovely
Think i care but this shit ain't nun to me
I got bands and they used to make fun of me
Damn this coupe is crammed in this lamb
And with my Adidas on I got them colored crayon
I got diamonds on they been around they old like gran
Feelin' it now, I just let the top off
Now there ain't even no ceiling on it 'cause it done got chopped off
Thought you was feelin' yourself for a minute but you done got dropped off
You a rat, you a bitch, you a cop out
Wanted beef then he sent to the chophouse
Now there ain't even no ceiling on it 'cause it done got chopped off
Thought you was feelin' yourself for a minute but you done got dropped off
You a rat, you a bitch, you a cop out
Wanted beef then he sent to the chophouse
They ain' fool me I'm sharp like the cutlery
They ain' fool me but they just been buggin' me
Walk around with the pants and a gun on me
I'm a hot head but that is the company
I'm the father and y'all just a son to me
I put stars in the roof of the Cullinan
Ain't abandoning nothing I'm runnin' in
Flip the pack then it's actually comin' in
Hit the pack with the thrax and the runtz in it
And the coke with the ice with the rum in it
Kick the door in bitch and I'm thumpin' it
Out the foreign of the window I'm dumpin' it
Get to pouring and it's raining I'm slumping 'em
And the slugs with the rounds and I'm pumpin' him
Took a perc got me warm, I'm loving it
Ain't no slut but she sucking me lovely
Think i care but this shit ain't nun to me
I got bands and they used to make fun of me
Damn this coupe is crammed in this lamb
And with my Adidas on I got them colored crayon
I got diamonds on they been around they old like gran
Feelin' it now, I just let the top off
Now there ain't even no ceiling on it 'cause it done got chopped off
Thought you was feelin' yourself for a minute but you done got dropped off
You a rat, you a bitch, you a cop out
Wanted beef then he sent to the chophouse
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Writer(s): Aiden Mathers
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