Ain't Gettin Chopped
I know a nigga who been droppin' songs, waitin' for shit to pop
I been takin' niggas hoes and I still ain't gettin' chopped
Told her take me out them pics like they ain't finna get cropped
Made this lil' hoe call me sassy cause she wanna get unblocked
Made this lil' hoe call me nasty cause I wanna fuck her ma
I been sippin' all day cause I couldn't find no za
Couldn't even see her naked so I'm feelin' on her bra
Why these niggas always flexin' with a swish of sweet gar
Damn my body gettin' chills, I take a pill and go to mars
And she ask me what's the deal but I ain't even see no problem
Mane she know she dead wrong but walkin' like an IG model
Put the lean in baby bottles, got me walkin' like a toddler
Bitch steady wastin' time so I took her off the roster
Smokin' woods in the woods, got me feelin' like a rasta
Talk to her with disrespect, to her mom I speak proper
I can never trust that bitch, she puttin' blood all in the pasta
I don't never answer the phone so she call me a cheatin' bitch
Don't you think I would've been home? I don't wanna be here either, bitch
Mane she think I'ma be gone with another eatin' bitch
Bet not put on all that makeup for your Bday either bitch
She like, who the fuck is Slim? She just wanna meet the kid
Mane she said I'm in trouble so I'm askin' what I did
Mane I know she tryna fuck, she ain't tryna taste his fist
I'll never hit a woman by I'll Molly whop a bitch
Off the jiggas with my niggas, rollin' papers, not no swishers
Throwin' 17 bullets, then we score, Phillip Rivers
Damn that hoe a gold digger, she don't fuck with broke niggas
I'ma say ho getter, I wanna fuck on Glorilla
I'm a slow tipper, pole gripper, skinny ass nigga
How you dissin' out a van? Penny pinchin' ass nigga
Talkin' back to OGs, can't listen ass nigga
She was suckin' on my dick, and you went ahead and kissed her
He was beatin' on your ass, why the fuck you still miss him?
And there's hollows in this clip, but they feelin' like some missiles
She suckin skin off the dick, so I know she eat the gristle
He tryna go ten like two hands, well, I'ma give him a four nickel
I been takin' niggas hoes and I still ain't gettin' chopped
Told her take me out them pics like they ain't finna get cropped
Made this lil' hoe call me sassy cause she wanna get unblocked
Made this lil' hoe call me nasty cause I wanna fuck her ma
I been sippin' all day cause I couldn't find no za
Couldn't even see her naked so I'm feelin' on her bra
Why these niggas always flexin' with a swish of sweet gar
Damn my body gettin' chills, I take a pill and go to mars
And she ask me what's the deal but I ain't even see no problem
Mane she know she dead wrong but walkin' like an IG model
Put the lean in baby bottles, got me walkin' like a toddler
Bitch steady wastin' time so I took her off the roster
Smokin' woods in the woods, got me feelin' like a rasta
Talk to her with disrespect, to her mom I speak proper
I can never trust that bitch, she puttin' blood all in the pasta
I don't never answer the phone so she call me a cheatin' bitch
Don't you think I would've been home? I don't wanna be here either, bitch
Mane she think I'ma be gone with another eatin' bitch
Bet not put on all that makeup for your Bday either bitch
She like, who the fuck is Slim? She just wanna meet the kid
Mane she said I'm in trouble so I'm askin' what I did
Mane I know she tryna fuck, she ain't tryna taste his fist
I'll never hit a woman by I'll Molly whop a bitch
Off the jiggas with my niggas, rollin' papers, not no swishers
Throwin' 17 bullets, then we score, Phillip Rivers
Damn that hoe a gold digger, she don't fuck with broke niggas
I'ma say ho getter, I wanna fuck on Glorilla
I'm a slow tipper, pole gripper, skinny ass nigga
How you dissin' out a van? Penny pinchin' ass nigga
Talkin' back to OGs, can't listen ass nigga
She was suckin' on my dick, and you went ahead and kissed her
He was beatin' on your ass, why the fuck you still miss him?
And there's hollows in this clip, but they feelin' like some missiles
She suckin skin off the dick, so I know she eat the gristle
He tryna go ten like two hands, well, I'ma give him a four nickel
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Writer(s): Logan Williams
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