Brooklyn Chop House Lyrics
Yeah
Cocaine and assault rifle
My progress can’t be stifled
Fuck boy I never liked you
Fuck around and make this green light you
I just want the bag
It ain’t about no bag, no conversations can’t be had
I never liked you
Cocaine and assault rifle
Yeah
Look
I pull up in that Rolls Royce motor ….
You shittin’ all summer, in the winter put the toys away
Machine was in the studio recordin’ like four days
They on the private jet going to the ranch to record with Ye
I know them n***** was switches, I know them young boys …
So scorin’ on my n*****, them chances slimmer than Coi Leray
It’s gettin’ spooky and I ain’t sure I coined the phrase
But ever since I said it man just look at how much noise it made
The table full of tiger prawns and raw oyster trays
… gettin’ in position, I wanna see my boy get paid
The MVP, championship trophy we gon’ hoist away
They shot at me and missed, somebody dying’ for that choice they made
Summer time, New York City I pulled the drop out
That table lobster sautees, that brooklyn chop out
Parkin’ anywhere fuck a ticket, we knock a cop out
Parkin’ anywhere fuck a ticket
Ayo look, I’m on the street like my n**** Diggz on the hot route
Used to be at the table baggin’ up the college drop out
My n**** ain’t take his case to trial, he took the cop out
N***** movin’ when they release days back when I pop out
Damn, what is you sayin’? I was outside hustlin’ grams
I look my man, right in his eyes and I say bro what is your plan
Run up your bands that’s where I stand,
I put some diamonds on both of my hands
If I’m in a jam I’m upping the can, if you try to run down won’t let you advance
N**** we got
Yeah, Cocaine and assault rifle
My progress can’t be stifled
Fuck boy I never liked you
Fuck around and make this green light you
I just want the bag
It ain’t about no bag, no conversations can’t be had
I never liked you
Cocaine and assault rifle
We in gang full of ugly truths and pretty phonies
And all we want is the money like pretty Tony
I’m way too fly to be ridin’ through my city lonely
These young Miami chicks been treatin’ me like Diddy homie
Yeah and they just want to party, party
And I just want to pipe her like Roddy, roddy
Big steppa these ricks slicker than ladiladee
And Lil’ Uzi my shorty he got that body, ody
Body ody experience feelin’ out of body
I be mobbin’ my lawyer beat up the gaudy bodies
Fuzzy sweater I got ’em callin’ me Marney Johnny
Big on head, got light skin tryin’ to …
And grab my ass then I dip, grab my …
All I do grab my bag, and grab some food
Grab my … yeah they that
It’s a king made my kids…
They was made from this cloth you know that fabric real n****
Yeah, Cocaine and assault rifle
My progress can’t be stifled
Fuck boy I never liked you
Fuck around and make this green light you
I just want the bag
It ain’t about no bag, no conversations can’t be had
I never liked you
Cocaine and assault rifle
yeah