text: Chop It Lyrics
  D2B, you know
  Gang
  Sykes 
  Ambush, jumpy, grumpy
  Foot on the break, jump out, get dumpy 
  Dont fall off the fence like Humpty Dumpty
  .38 shoot, what a pumpy 
  My first pack I moved was in country
  Comfy, taking orders like Gumtree 
  D dot Y T, too clumsy
  Numpties always gettin nicked like junkies
  Yo, Im with Sosa, money hungry
  Monthly, bro treats the ends like country 
  This four and a half cost you more than a monkey
  Profit come oh so lovely 
  This bad B tellin me that she loves me
  Wanna cuff me, cuffed up, no undie 
  On the wing, I left his head piece lumpy
  Bumpy, had him zoned out, no junkie 
  Ayy, play times over, skrr in a Rover
  Spin the hoop, no revolver 
  Hop out, spill juice like cola
  Swing my blade, make him eat this poker 
  Wavey, try whine to soaker
  What a joker, bro put him in a choker 
  Yo, opp block tour with a toaster
  Real soaker that backs, no bola 
  Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it 
  Move smoke, come with ten minutes profit 
  I was up north, settin up shop and shottin
  Couldnt concentrate in college
  Portland, Durham, Polmont
  All a nigga knew was porridge 
  Shh got shh, really held that rocket
  But they dont wanna pay that homage 
  Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it
  Any waps there, gang cop it 
  Lean out the ride and cock it, pop it
  Made this corn fly like a rocket
  Dance still with smoke in my pocket
  Stop it, you aint gotta ask if I got it 
  Itll run through your chest, no socket
  Fuck it, somebody bring him a bucket 
  Im still tryna get this nine of the press
  Go there, treat it like a bad media 
  My hitter from Algeria
  Plus this wap come like its from Syria 
  Leather gloves cause this dings got leather interior
  Two dargs in the ride, no pitbull terrier
  Free smoke, know the gangdem more than generous 
  LV drip, Im comin out elegant
  Make it look effortless, up town preference 
  Fred said he wanna do a drill then fly United Arab Emirates 
  Wasnt at Sunday sermon, we were serving, Djokovic, not that Federer
  I really think I pissed off the reverend
  Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it
  Any waps there, gang cop it 
  Lean out the ride and cock it, pop it
  Made this corn fly like a rocket
  Dance still with smoke in my pocket
  Stop it, you aint gotta ask if I got it 
  Itll run through your chest, no socket
  Fuck it, somebody bring him a bucket 
  Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it 
  Move smoke, come with ten minutes profit 
  I was up north, settin up shop and shottin
  Couldnt concentrate in college
  Portland, Durham, Polmont
  All a nigga knew was porridge 
  Shh got shh, really held that rocket
  But they dont wanna pay that homage 
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