Chop
She said that she want me
We can't be no buddy buddy
She want me to be her man, but she ain't getting nothing from me
I got benjis in my pants
They all blue, we love them hunnids
Had to hit my Shmoney dance
The hoes keep telling me they love it
Walked in with Givenchy
Nah I'm lying, let me stop
But I walked in with them benjis
I got plenty, love the guap
Bro got a Glock, I got a semi
But the button do not stop
I feel like Franklin off of GTA
I'm always with my chop
And you know that
What a coincidence nigga
I'm where ya hoe at
She brought a friend, so she asking where the bro at
When they see me, they like there he go
I'm feeling like I'm Kodak
They quoting what I say
Like I'm bojack
Every Thursday I text a old hoe like it's a throwback
I just hit ya hoe, nigga come get ya hoe back
Reminiscing bout a hoe I could've had
I really sold that
But fuck it
It is what it is
It's like a dunk contest nigga, ain't shit to get a 10
If I did it once
I can do it again
But this time I ain't gone fold
Fuck around be her friend
She said that she want me
We can't be no buddy buddy
She want me to be her man, but she ain't getting nothing from me
I got benjis in my pants
They all blue, we love them hunnids
Had to hit my Shmoney dance
The hoes keep telling me they love it
Walked in with Givenchy
Nah I'm lying, let me stop
But I walked in with them benjis
I got plenty, love the guap
Bro got a Glock, I got a semi
But the button do not stop
I feel like Franklin off of GTA
I'm always with my chop
We can't be no buddy buddy
She want me to be her man, but she ain't getting nothing from me
I got benjis in my pants
They all blue, we love them hunnids
Had to hit my Shmoney dance
The hoes keep telling me they love it
Walked in with Givenchy
Nah I'm lying, let me stop
But I walked in with them benjis
I got plenty, love the guap
Bro got a Glock, I got a semi
But the button do not stop
I feel like Franklin off of GTA
I'm always with my chop
And you know that
What a coincidence nigga
I'm where ya hoe at
She brought a friend, so she asking where the bro at
When they see me, they like there he go
I'm feeling like I'm Kodak
They quoting what I say
Like I'm bojack
Every Thursday I text a old hoe like it's a throwback
I just hit ya hoe, nigga come get ya hoe back
Reminiscing bout a hoe I could've had
I really sold that
But fuck it
It is what it is
It's like a dunk contest nigga, ain't shit to get a 10
If I did it once
I can do it again
But this time I ain't gone fold
Fuck around be her friend
She said that she want me
We can't be no buddy buddy
She want me to be her man, but she ain't getting nothing from me
I got benjis in my pants
They all blue, we love them hunnids
Had to hit my Shmoney dance
The hoes keep telling me they love it
Walked in with Givenchy
Nah I'm lying, let me stop
But I walked in with them benjis
I got plenty, love the guap
Bro got a Glock, I got a semi
But the button do not stop
I feel like Franklin off of GTA
I'm always with my chop
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Writer(s): Kaedo Ots
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