TREY CHOPS - Work In Progress

Digital, send me your nipples on Tinder girl, mail me a package of ratchets, all up on fashion
Acid washed jeans that look platinum, nigga that's weird as fuck, I ain't gon' have 'em
Bet you can't sag 'em, bet you can't store drugs and guns in the backseat split of your Magnum
Savage, yet average, your body needs work, booty got dimples and titties look hurt
Goodness, all of my niggas got footage, of celebrities hitting women, how about that
How about two bars for a rack, how 'bout mixtapes sold for cash, man that shit stupid
ITunes killed sales for the cool kids, now we gon' lose it bitch, deuces
Got to stay high, common standards seem sublime, now you know why I don't try
Heinous, man, I should be famous, too bad I don't care, that's for you
Only speak the truth, while you in line for shoes (ou)
Nah, don't chop on the block, race to duck them cops, that's what's up
Live life simple, fill the blunt up with a nickel
Progress, I'm a work in progress, I can't ever top it, pop and lock it
In the streets a prophet, all my words so shocking
Stop it, I won't ever stop it, you don't even know me
Wet like Kobe, free throws in my 40's, while I'm smoking OG
Rode a polar bear to work nigga, might go and see me all balling out at church nigga
Slick outfit with a cowlick (ou), fourteen bitches gon' pour me that juice, then tell me the truth
It's all in good time, Iggy Azalea will you be mine
I make about 50 milly after taxes, know what you mean, yeah it's all about practice
All of my niggas been hooked up on meth, promote Promethazine always the best
Gotta stay blessed, never been one to lick breasts, toes in my mouth like its Crest (mwah)
Always been one to stay true, dick in her butt while I'm watching the news
Can't fake, won't relate, can't stay all the same, what a shame
Heinous, man, I should be famous, too bad I don't care, that's for you
Only speak the truth, while you in line for shoes (Ou)
Nah, don't chop on the block, race to duck them cops, that's what's up
Live life simple, fill the blunt up with a nickel
Progress, I'm a work in progress, I can't ever top it, pop and lock it
In the streets a prophet, all my words so shocking
Stop it, I won't ever stop it, you don't even know me
Wet like Kobe, free throws in my 40's, while I'm smoking OG

Written by:
Trey Charles

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