Letra ChopSticks - Trippie Redd
(CashMoneyAP)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Bah, bah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Pew-pew-pew)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me
Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent
Ayy, new Armani on my body, Illuminati (Yeah)
Rollin' with a fine bitch, she like two tsunamis (This your soul)
Yeah, new designer, I make her touch her toes (Woah)
New designer, I gotta try on clothes (Try on clothes)
New designer, boy, I'm all in Chrome (All in Chrome)
E.T. whip got me phonin' home
I'm addicted to the cheese, I like provolone (Cheese, cheese)
Swag overload, swag overload
Yeah, we got hella chops, we run up in your home (Home, bah)
Yeah, talking all that shit, put choppas to your dome (Bah, dome, bah)
Yeah, don't try and get me up out my zone (Zone, yeah)
Yeah, chop hanging out the Prada bag
Chop hanging out the Prada bag
Ridin' 'round with that (Ha)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Bah)
Nigga, I'm ridin' with that shit on me, don't end up shot (Dead)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Bah, bah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Pew-pew-pew)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me
Take these drugs (Drugs), they show me love (Love)
I got money off this buzz, diamonds dancin' on me, flood (Flood)
Fill my damn cup up with some fucking mud
Ho wanna act fly with me, send that bitch a dove
Yeah, sorry bitch, you shouldn't have been a slug (Ha)
Menace to society, the life of a thug
Man, don't show me no emotion, unless that shit is all love
Or I'ma be on Shiesty shit and get it back in blood
Choppa in my jeans, and that bitch got a drum (Drum)
.223's, .762's, going dumb (Yeah, yeah, goin' dummy)
828, I'm out in Jamaica sippin' rum
I'm a 800 baby, nigga, rep where you're from (Rep that shit, nigga, bah-bah-bah, gang, bah-bah-bah)
Yeah, yeah, AK, RPK, SK, HK
Shoot a nigga down (Bah), shoot a nigga, bow (Brrah)
I ain't playin' with you niggas, put you in the ground (Ground)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Bah, bah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Pew-pew-pew)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me
(Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock)
(Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock)
(Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock)
(Ridin' 'round with that chop on me)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Bah, bah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Pew-pew-pew)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me
Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent
Ayy, new Armani on my body, Illuminati (Yeah)
Rollin' with a fine bitch, she like two tsunamis (This your soul)
Yeah, new designer, I make her touch her toes (Woah)
New designer, I gotta try on clothes (Try on clothes)
New designer, boy, I'm all in Chrome (All in Chrome)
E.T. whip got me phonin' home
I'm addicted to the cheese, I like provolone (Cheese, cheese)
Swag overload, swag overload
Yeah, we got hella chops, we run up in your home (Home, bah)
Yeah, talking all that shit, put choppas to your dome (Bah, dome, bah)
Yeah, don't try and get me up out my zone (Zone, yeah)
Yeah, chop hanging out the Prada bag
Chop hanging out the Prada bag
Ridin' 'round with that (Ha)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Bah)
Nigga, I'm ridin' with that shit on me, don't end up shot (Dead)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Bah, bah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Pew-pew-pew)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me
Take these drugs (Drugs), they show me love (Love)
I got money off this buzz, diamonds dancin' on me, flood (Flood)
Fill my damn cup up with some fucking mud
Ho wanna act fly with me, send that bitch a dove
Yeah, sorry bitch, you shouldn't have been a slug (Ha)
Menace to society, the life of a thug
Man, don't show me no emotion, unless that shit is all love
Or I'ma be on Shiesty shit and get it back in blood
Choppa in my jeans, and that bitch got a drum (Drum)
.223's, .762's, going dumb (Yeah, yeah, goin' dummy)
828, I'm out in Jamaica sippin' rum
I'm a 800 baby, nigga, rep where you're from (Rep that shit, nigga, bah-bah-bah, gang, bah-bah-bah)
Yeah, yeah, AK, RPK, SK, HK
Shoot a nigga down (Bah), shoot a nigga, bow (Brrah)
I ain't playin' with you niggas, put you in the ground (Ground)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Bah, bah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Pew-pew-pew)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me
(Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock)
(Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock)
(Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock)
(Ridin' 'round with that chop on me)
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