Earl Grey - Chop
My last name Jordan so I wear the 45I don’t know why
These niggas ride by I keep my nose high
Niggas high up off they nose because they snorting
I ain’t tripping off these niggas 'cause they really ain’t important
Coming through you know I’m kicking shit
I get yo bitch, I hit the bitch and then I flipped the bitch
My bitches tricking, if I don’t get my grip then bitch I’m finna trip
You better dip or bitch you better strip
Get butt naked and give it to a young nigga that’s worth it
I fall through I’m finna work it
Yea I did the shit perfect
Fucked around and left her hurting I was touching her cervix
I ain’t mean to do it but her words was very encouraging
She was begging for the pressure so I kept on serving
She rolled up a honey bourbon I was sipping the bourbon
I hit the blunt and then I tapped that ass
I hit that ass and then I tapped the grass
And then I puff puff pass
To my nigga like I pass the beat
Or to my nigga when I pass the heat
Aye hit that ass for me
Gone head and get him that's my shooter he gone do it for me
You try my nigga I’ma blues ya for him
I keep on going I spit steady like some water flowing
Grass green as fuck I got some flower growing
Some beans soaking, nigga that’s the motion
Pulling cards I call it Texas hold ‘em
Calling bluffs, you know these niggas phony
I run it up, niggas run they mouth just like saucony
I ain’t never smoked a nigga but I could though
Please know I would bro
Riding, gripping on the wood ho
I'm feeling good ho
Catch me blowing on the wood though
I’m blowing good dope
Set the chop ablaze just like a nigga should though
Chopping game and chopping blades with my hood ho
Chopping game and chopping blades with my hood ho
Chopping game and chopping blades with my hood ho
Check me but don’t sweat me
Sometimes 16 ain’t enough, a nigga might need 32
Talk about how dirty these hoes be but bitch I’m dirty too
Tryna have it by the time I’m 32
I take 48 to talk bout how I’m living great
I’m 28 next month my nigga light the blunt
Need 64 if I’ma really stunt
I talk my shit but I can back it up
I’m mad rapping, niggas mad as fuck
They can’t progress, them niggas trapped and stuck
But I’m just laughing at em, I keep my cool, if not I’m clapping at em
Don't drink and drive so bitch I’m never crashing
If you want the flow from me then best believe I’m taxin
I know my worth, these niggas wishin' I didn’t, they wish they was different
Tell me how you flossing but you penny pinching
They think they pimping but they really simping
I'm range free, I'm cage free, so bitch I’m chasing chicken
I’m giving game for the free, just tap and listen
I ain’t never smoked a nigga but I could though
Please know I would bro
Riding, gripping on the wood ho
I'm feeling good ho
Catch me blowing on the wood though
I’m blowing good dope
Set the chop ablaze just like a nigga should though
Chopping game and chopping blades with my hood ho
Chopping game and chopping blades with my hood ho
Chopping game and chopping blades with my hood ho
I ain’t never smoked a nigga but I could though
Please know I would bro
Riding, gripping on the wood ho
I'm feeling good ho
Catch me blowing on the wood though
I’m blowing good dope
Set the chop ablaze just like a nigga should though
Chopping game and chopping blades with my hood ho
Chopping game and chopping blades with my hood ho
Chopping game and chopping blades with my hood ho
Written by:
Emanuel Jordan
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