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Yeah, I'm wicked I'm wicked, that just means, that shit have a strange meanin' How my mind works, you know, niggas just play with me (DB) You know we gon' have (Arkay) Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chopstick make a nigga chop, chop, chop I can't believe what I just heard, the opps outside Come on, bro, let's hurry up and make the block hot Nardo, y'all should let me slide, blah, blah, blah Uh-uh, come on, let's go right now It don't gotta be nighttime Might pull up with that stick swingin' like I lost my sight, ah For a hunnid rounds, they bite, ah Get hit, and see the light, ah Get hit, and it get bright (ah, ah) Get hit, you lose your life (ah, ah) Get hit and then you dead, die See red, I got a red eye We laid him down 'round 9:00 p.m., you'll think he had a bedtime Switch on the G-, that's fed time Lil' Wick ain't got no damn mind Remember me and anyone on that, uh-huh, I'm trippin', never mind Get low, tip toe, creep, what all you need? Ski mask, chop stick, me, how it go? Hopped out, boom, boom, sleep Come with me, and I'll teach you how to work that mo'fuckin' Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Pull up shinin', all my jewelry on We don't got no heart but all of us got chrome We like some fuckin' pillows, everybody touch dome (everybody touch dome) We like some laxative, we all get shit gone All of us was wearin' masks before that coughin' shit Been standin' away from niggas before that COVID hit Opps don't come out, and they blame that corona shit But when I catch 'em, I got a shot for 'em And I ain't talkin' 'bout no vaccine, bitch Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chopstick make a nigga chop, chop, chop I can't believe what I just heard, the opps outside Come on, bro, let's hurry up and make the block hot Nardo, y'all should let me slide, blah, blah, blah Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop Chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop, chop-chop
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