Chops Lyrics

Y'know

I ain't go- I was gone stay with the sweatpants but they gave me the shorts so

Couldn't even really get the joints with the elastic ankle you know

I had to just leave the shampoo and the- the body wash

Shit, was what it was

Sprinted, ran it

Follow my tendons

Follow my tennis

In front of the net sittin' pretty

Real higher than Bobby and Whitney

Trippin'

They don't get me

Spiffy

Spliffy

Oliver twistin'

Hard to act like we all came from the riches

All of us isn't

Wishes

They rain down on the floors

Lost from the living

Holiday living

Holiday Inn it

Quality bed

Quality breakfast

Down the drain circle

Working the schisms

Met a few bitches

Made a few riddims

She on my disserk

Tryn get me beside me

My eyes on higher learning and more divine timing

I just need me a Richard

Need me a milli to the power of somethin

Jot it down

Soon as they hear the sound they in love wit