Chris Van Gogh & Sam Kofi - Chop Go

Nigga, fuck yo squad, Nigga
That's all they hearing today
All of these thoughts in my brain
Tell me go slaughter the game
Like
That be my favorite sound
My bitch get wet for the violence
So your block getting spun around
All these zeros get my account overweight
All the shit in my lungs make me elevate
I ain't never give fuck what a hater say
Give a arm and a leg for my brudda i swear to God that it ain't nothing to amputate
You know them and dinero don't correlate
I get the money from Saturday to Saturday
Beam make that lil nigga percolate
Okay, uh
Bitch Im the Shit I Know It, Okay
I've Been Stacking My Money While Y'all Niggas Worried Bout Covid, Okay
Balling On these niggas I feel like my name was DeRozan, Okay
Mixing these drugs and making these potions
Work from Monday to Monday i gotta stay focused
Im who these niggas pretend to be
They tryna steal my identity
I see the shots that they sending me tryna assassinate me like John Kennedy
Making these plays john madden
Pack disappear like its magic
Got a few opps in these ashes
None of these niggas want static
Let's Go
Okay

Written by:
Christopher Green, Samuel Kofiopata

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