CHOPPIN' ft. Saint Lyrics

So who you been choppin' with, stalking and plotting with

Seeing the creeping, I'm spotting it, stomping it

Best get to dropping it 'fore we get popping it

You got a problem, yeah, just start forgetting it

I'm way too sick of these fake rapper's innocence, but I'm not one of these frauds I'm just different

So who you been choppin' with, this clip extended no stopping it

Take your bitch out on a date 'cuz she wanting it

I don't got nothing to say when she topping it

Hoes just be flocking it, kicking them out of the shows if they don't get to moshing it

All of the profits go into my pockets, no splits no allotting it

Filling my cup with that dirty shit, muddy the Sprite

I wanna see what you can hide, I'm high as a kite

Cliché the line but fuck it I'm done with the kind

I ran out the bar with a bullet inside of my thigh, I took it to levels you cannot surmise

Feathers were falling from high in the sky, the angel is dead and I killed him inside

I'm stuck at the bottom that's how I don't miss, I'm here at your funeral filling your grave with my piss

I just took a video, all of your relatives singing to this

Your ex on my dick, I bounce on her bunda she gargle my spit

A filthy lil' rat is gonna be dead in a ditch

I heard you were scared so you turned to a snitch, you're gonna need more than a stitch

So who you been choppin' with, stalking and plotting with

Seeing the creeping, I'm spotting it, stomping it

Best get to dropping it 'fore we get popping it

You got a problem, yeah, just start forgetting it

I'm way too sick of these fake rapper's innocence, but I'm not one of these frauds I'm just different

So who you been choppin' with, this clip extended no stopping it

Take your bitch out on a date 'cuz she wanting it

I don't got nothing to say when she topping it

Hoes just be flocking it, kicking them out of the shows if they don't get to moshing it

All of the profits go into my pockets, no splits no allotting it

We don't hand out no awards to participants, best get to running 'cuz I'm never missing hits

Hand out free shots on my Oprah my bitch type shit, bat to the knee we gonna fuck up some ligaments

Blend in so well we be looking like militants, 12 coming around we ain't hear bout no incidents

Teaching the youngins your head on my syllabus, drums and the sticks hit the same they be synchronous

That's why I pull out the shasta, mixing and matching my roster

I'm eating shrimp with the pasta, don't do nothing stupid don't reach for the choppa

Stashing the evidence up in the lockup, speak on my name and you might see me pop up

She be a 10 and she smart like a scholar, but if she entitles I'm still gonna block her

Are you recording?

So who you been choppin' with

I am the one you acknowledge, don't ever want problems

with Tokyo's charting, I won't beg your pardon

I'd rather just watch you get stuck at the bottom like oh shit

They be acting hard when the flow hits, if you wanna talk better know shit

Keep the small talk, that's a pro tip, you don't own shit

I'm here to cut out the middle man, time on my side you can call me the minuteman

I ain't a bitter man, fuck all the talking and drama, you know I had all of this with the plan

Please don't mistake it and never disgrace it, I'm wondering why all this time you were chasing a lie

When it's right there in front of your face, couldn't say I was wrong when I thought you were basic

So this really what we got going on

Ah, shit