Chop It Songtext
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Chop It Songtext
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon′ stop it
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon' stop it
I spit gritty, the clip spit fifty
If niggas want weight they need to get with me
Want drama nigga come get me
We can get it on
You get your whole turf spitted on
And then I get it gone
You get shitted on
We the crew flip new Yukon
And big rims to sit it on
Ain′t no stopping it
Six-four hopping it
At the mall big shopping it
Bust the out of state plates
Get out of state hate
That's how it is
Pushing out of state weight
Show 'em how to bake cakes
Bringing the bounce
Off of every three things
Bringing an ounce
Bring a machine to count
So much cheddar
Getting head in the Range
With so much leather
Can′t stand the weather
So I′m on the freeway
Headed where the temperature is so much better
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon' stop it
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon′ stop it
The drug exchange is quite risky
But the bills be crispy
Keep me coming back like frisbees
I just can't leave it alone
And the .38 special
I just can′t leave it at home
Niggas slip get licked like ice cream cones
While I poly on my Nextel burnout phone
'Bout the money I′m B. Worm with the perm out long
Niggas first heard of me on that Pervout song
8-Balling now skyballing after I left
Need a new label, Five called me after I left
You know it's West Coast Mafia
All on mine
And even though we rap stars
We all gon' grind
Keep the money on my mind
Gun on my hip
Niggas wanna run lip
I′ma let one rip
And turn them bricks
Like a bitch turn them tricks
Digits earn them six
The duct tape burn that shit
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon′ stop it
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon' stop it
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon′ stop it
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon' stop it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon′ stop it
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon' stop it
I spit gritty, the clip spit fifty
If niggas want weight they need to get with me
Want drama nigga come get me
We can get it on
You get your whole turf spitted on
And then I get it gone
You get shitted on
We the crew flip new Yukon
And big rims to sit it on
Ain′t no stopping it
Six-four hopping it
At the mall big shopping it
Bust the out of state plates
Get out of state hate
That's how it is
Pushing out of state weight
Show 'em how to bake cakes
Bringing the bounce
Off of every three things
Bringing an ounce
Bring a machine to count
So much cheddar
Getting head in the Range
With so much leather
Can′t stand the weather
So I′m on the freeway
Headed where the temperature is so much better
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon' stop it
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon′ stop it
The drug exchange is quite risky
But the bills be crispy
Keep me coming back like frisbees
I just can't leave it alone
And the .38 special
I just can′t leave it at home
Niggas slip get licked like ice cream cones
While I poly on my Nextel burnout phone
'Bout the money I′m B. Worm with the perm out long
Niggas first heard of me on that Pervout song
8-Balling now skyballing after I left
Need a new label, Five called me after I left
You know it's West Coast Mafia
All on mine
And even though we rap stars
We all gon' grind
Keep the money on my mind
Gun on my hip
Niggas wanna run lip
I′ma let one rip
And turn them bricks
Like a bitch turn them tricks
Digits earn them six
The duct tape burn that shit
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon′ stop it
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon' stop it
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon′ stop it
Yo cop it, stir it up, rock it
Chop it, put it in the bag, zip lock it
Out to make a profit
Got grands in my pocket
Never gon' stop it
Writer(s): Alvin A. Bartels, Onno C. Smit, Cody Vogel, Bram Bosman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
