Lyrics Spell It Out - Young Chop

Spell It Out

Young chop on the beat
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Turn up Chop, let 'em know, Chop
Yeah, I drive fast cars, yeah, SRT
Yeah, I fuck bad broads, yeah, big D
Yeah, I’m like John Cena, y’all not seein' me
Yeah, I smoke indica, yeah, THC
Yeah, niggas be bitin' my swag tryna be like me
Yeah, I got big guns, yeah, G-U-N
Yeah, you my number one (What?) F-A-N
Gotta get back on the road, that shit was F-U-N
Yeah, niggas be frontin' their moves, they doin' the same shit
Yeah, I got big money, yeah, racks, bitch
Yeah, these are one-of-ones, these ain’t cheap, ho
Finesse a bitch out her mouth, yeah, she deepthroat
Before I do a show I get the backend
Money be pourin' in, sound like it’s thunderin'
Keep that F&N, can’t get caught lackin'
Fast cars, that’s the only thing that I’m ridin' in
Yeah, I drive fast cars, yeah, SRT
Yeah, I fuck bad broads, yeah, big D
Yeah, I’m like John Cena, y’all not seein' me
Yeah, I smoke indica, yeah, THC
Yeah, niggas be bitin' my swag tryna be like me
Yeah, I got big guns, yeah, G-U-N
Yeah, you my number one (What?) F-A-N
Gotta get back on the road, that shit was F-U-N
Put a bounty on yo head, as we speak
Niggas tweetin' on the net like they can’t get touched
All my niggas with the shits, they’ll fuck you up
Yeah, I remember them days we ain’t have shit, now I’m rich as fuck
Pull up Bentley truck, back-to-back Aventador
Hit up Michigan, yeah I’m 'bout to go spend some more (Cash)
Fendi, Gucci, Louis, everything is foreign (Foreign)
Fast cars, that’s the only thing that I’m ridin' in
Yeah, I drive fast cars, yeah, SRT
Yeah, I fuck bad broads, yeah, big D
Yeah, I’m like John Cena, y’all not seein' me
Yeah, I smoke indica, yeah, THC
Yeah, niggas be bitin' my swag tryna be like me
Yeah, I got big guns, yeah, G-U-N
Yeah, you my number one (What?) F-A-N
Gotta get back on the road, that shit was F-U-N