Chop Chop

Yeah, I'm wicked
I'm wicked, that just means, that shit have a strange meanin'
How my mind works, you know, niggas just play with me (DB)
You know we gon' have (Arkay)

Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop

Chopstick make a nigga chop, chop, chop
I can't believe what I just heard, the opps outside
Come on, bro, let's hurry up and make the block hot
Nardo, y'all should let me slide, blah, blah, blah

Uh-uh, come on, let's go right now
It don't gotta be nighttime
Might pull up with that stick swingin' like I lost my sight, ah
For a hunnid rounds, they bite, ah
Get hit, and see the light, ah
Get hit, and it get bright (ah, ah)
Get hit, you lose your life (ah, ah)

Get hit and then you dead, die
See red, I got a red eye
We laid him down 'round 9:00 p.m., you'll think he had a bedtime
Switch on the G-, that's fed time
Lil' Wick ain't got no damn mind
Remember me and anyone on that, uh-huh, I'm trippin', never mind

Get low, tip toe, creep, what all you need?
Ski mask, chop stick, me, how it go?
Hopped out, boom, boom, sleep
Come with me, and I'll teach you how to work that mo'fuckin'

Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop

Pull up shinin', all my jewelry on
We don't got no heart but all of us got chrome
We like some fuckin' pillows, everybody touch dome (everybody touch dome)
We like some laxative, we all get shit gone

All of us was wearin' masks before that coughin' shit
Been standin' away from niggas before that COVID hit
Opps don't come out, and they blame that corona shit
But when I catch 'em, I got a shot for 'em
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no vaccine, bitch

Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop

Chopstick make a nigga chop, chop, chop
I can't believe what I just heard, the opps outside
Come on, bro, let's hurry up and make the block hot
Nardo, y'all should let me slide, blah, blah, blah

Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop



Credits
Writer(s): Rick Laepple, Darryon Bunton, Horace Walls
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