Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chop, artist - The Jacka. Date of issue: 14.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chop |
| We in the future, all my niggas young |
| Talkin' 'bout my chop like it’s the only one |
| Over the paper look what we’ve become |
| When we gettin' rich while we still young |
| We in the future all my niggas young |
| Talkin' 'bout my chop like it’s the only one |
| Over the paper look what we’ve become |
| We gettin' rich out here while we still young |
| I’m in the future all my niggas young |
| Talkin' 'bout my chop like it’s the only one |
| I’m on, produce a stone like my deuces on |
| Sippin' juice at a spot where if you snooze you gone |
| Sellin' coke, same spot where I shoot my arm |
| We gettin' dough but where we go we can’t use a dime |
| But if you want we sendin' soldiers although you were kind |
| Drug dealin', no feelings when we out our mind |
| We not lookin' at Lebron if there’s powder flyin' |
| The complications on the Day-Date'll have you traumatized |
| But a Yacht-Master had a plasma leakin' out your eye |
| Grand Complications is a grown man’s conversation |
| Four hundred grand, leather, been on diamonds in the faces |
| I came up early pushin' tan when all they want was spaceships |
| My cousin Will, cousin Ray they wasn’t only gangsters |
| Paper over patience when only tough guys ink they faces |
| We in the future, all my niggas young |
| Talkin' 'bout my chop like it’s the only one |
| Over the paper look what we’ve become |
| When we gettin' rich while we still young |
| We in the future all my niggas young |
| Talkin' 'bout my chop like it’s the only one |
| Over the paper look what we’ve become |
| We gettin' rich out here while we still young |
| I’m still young, got plenty of cash |
| Ash trays full of gas, broad day, no need for a mask |
| I felt sick losin' money in the mail like that |
| But I bought 20 more and then I bounced right back |
| We take trips just to flex, 2 weeks in Qatar |
| Gold Glocks, big yachts, and beautiful cars |
| I got bitches on the East Coast, catch me in Scores |
| I’m in a Mink Coat tellin' baby give me some more |
| Louie V gold frames, I’mma let the coke drain |
| Then call her by her hoe name |
| Ten karat we can set it down in the tank |
| Cream soda with the drank, eyes red as the paint |
| When I’m gone will they live for me? |
| Will I see 40 or will I die young? Pray for me |
| Take some coke and rub it on my gums |
| I love my chop like it’s the only one |
| We in the future, all my niggas young |
| Talkin' 'bout my chop like it’s the only one |
| Over the paper look what we’ve become |
| When we gettin' rich while we still young |
| We in the future all my niggas young |
| Talkin' 'bout my chop like it’s the only one |
| Over the paper look what we’ve become |
| We gettin' rich out here while we still young |
| All of this paper what have we become |
| You dealin' with a nigga that rarely see the sun |
| Young, dumb, full of cum plus I’m on the run |
| I love the sound of my gun like it’s my only one |
| No love in my heart, the city where I’m from |
| Will tear you apart if you ain’t really from the slums |
| I murder emcees to the sound of the drum |
| I bleed the block my Nina pop cause where I’m from |
| It’s kill or be killed you down for the hunt |
| Put your murder gloves on and wrap 'em round the pump |
| You ready to eat, you tired of these crumbs |
| You so used to losin' you don’t know when you won |
| I slide around with a honey-bun |
| Only time I don’t feel pain is when the money come |
| My girl asked me, what I’m runnin' from |
| I said I’m runnin' from the world (?) |
| We in the future, all my niggas young |
| Talkin' 'bout my chop like it’s the only one |
| Over the paper look what we’ve become |
| When we gettin' rich while we still young |
| We in the future all my niggas young |
| Talkin' 'bout my chop like it’s the only one |
| Over the paper look what we’ve become |
| We gettin' rich out here while we still young |