Chop by MoneyHouse Kev Lyrics
Always chasing bankroll I could never stop
Heavy on the grind Nigga trapping out the spot
Bitches see the drip then they wanna get on top
I can't trust a soul I be feeling like I'm Pac
Try to stop my shine then a nigga get the chop
Hustlers make their bread anywhere they set up shop
Got some niggas in the feds all they knew bendin blocks
Got some niggas in the grave if I could I'd let em swap
Damn I miss my niggas yea i wish that we could swap
I told you you ain't valid you can't trap up in this spot
Call me Mr. Miyagi fuck around and you'll get chopped
If a nigga talking hot fuck around and he'll get dropped
I'm grippin' on my 9 cause these niggas moving wocky
You can't kill a label so i can't trust nobody
I can't trust my friends and that shit really hurts me Yea yea
I've been bussin' off these Perkies yea yea
Why the fuck did you desert me
Feelin' like god cursed me yea yea
Cause people that I call my friends is praying on my end
They want me all up on a shirt like some MoneyHouse Merch
Imma make sure that I slide and I get Em first
Hit me up yea imma make it hurt
Swear to god
Always chasing bankroll I could never stop
Heavy on the grind Nigga trapping out the spot
Bitches see the drip then they wanna get on top
I can't trust a soul I be feeling like I'm Pac
Try to stop my shine then a nigga get the chop
Hustlers make their bread anywhere they set up shop
Got some niggas in the feds all they knew bendin blocks
Got some niggas in the grave if I could I'd let em swap
Heavy on the grind Nigga trapping out the spot
Bitches see the drip then they wanna get on top
I can't trust a soul I be feeling like I'm Pac
Try to stop my shine then a nigga get the chop
Hustlers make their bread anywhere they set up shop
Got some niggas in the feds all they knew bendin blocks
Got some niggas in the grave if I could I'd let em swap
Damn I miss my niggas yea i wish that we could swap
I told you you ain't valid you can't trap up in this spot
Call me Mr. Miyagi fuck around and you'll get chopped
If a nigga talking hot fuck around and he'll get dropped
I'm grippin' on my 9 cause these niggas moving wocky
You can't kill a label so i can't trust nobody
I can't trust my friends and that shit really hurts me Yea yea
I've been bussin' off these Perkies yea yea
Why the fuck did you desert me
Feelin' like god cursed me yea yea
Cause people that I call my friends is praying on my end
They want me all up on a shirt like some MoneyHouse Merch
Imma make sure that I slide and I get Em first
Hit me up yea imma make it hurt
Swear to god
Always chasing bankroll I could never stop
Heavy on the grind Nigga trapping out the spot
Bitches see the drip then they wanna get on top
I can't trust a soul I be feeling like I'm Pac
Try to stop my shine then a nigga get the chop
Hustlers make their bread anywhere they set up shop
Got some niggas in the feds all they knew bendin blocks
Got some niggas in the grave if I could I'd let em swap