Chops nigga
I tried to write a letter to chops yeah yesterday
Wrote it end up crying f*ck that shit you need out that place
When you comin' home I got bitches for you every day
GG said she miss you too but we don't conversate
In the streets without my brotha I can't really concentrate
Moved out had to get low to a better place
Smokin on some thrax I'm so high where the heaven gates
This is different
I'm always actin like you there but you really isn't
And it's been a minute
Since I seen you
We can't ride around and get it like we used too
They don't understand all the pain we been through
85 Voicemails sittin' on ya jack
Please call me back
We was in the basement freestylin' tryna rap
Man that take me back
Nigga you was there when I started smokin' sac
I don't wish this pain on nobody but you would have to see it just to understand
I don't wish this pain on nobody but you would have to see it just to understand
Today is a good day
All my niggas eatin'
All my niggas eatin'
Ain't no bitch in the way
It's a Sunday
Don't feel the same on the holidays
Don't feel the same on the holidays
It's Chops nigga had to say it one time for you bitch niggas
Just don't miss nigga
Cause if you do
I'm gon blow this shit it's gon raise the roof
We smokin' opps you smokin' poof
A lot of shit is going down it's a lot to handle
You can't hold my brotha down he lit like a candle
You done took the younger me gotta keep it movin' now
You can't be my baby cause my baby gon hold it down
He said he gon take me out I got that bih reloading now
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
God come on
Free the real
God come on
Free the real
Chops come home
Free the real
Chops come home
Free the real
I would be just chillin' droppin' dimes when he's here
Now I'm taking shots he got blood on his gear
Drinking purple but I got blue hunnits to my ear
Today is a good day
All my niggas eatin'
All my niggas eatin'
Ain't no bitch in the way
It's a Sunday
Don't feel the same on the holidays
Don't feel the same on the holidays
One time for you bitch niggas yeah
Raise the roof
Raise the roof
I tried to write a letter to chops yeah yesterday
Wrote it end up crying f*ck that shit you need out that place
When you comin' home I got bitches for you every day
GG said she miss you too but we don't conversate
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Chops nigga
I tried to write a letter to chops yeah yesterday
Wrote it end up crying f*ck that shit you need out that place
When you comin' home I got bitches for you every day
GG said she miss you too but we don't conversate
In the streets without my brotha I can't really concentrate
Moved out had to get low to a better place
Smokin on some thrax I'm so high where the heaven gates
This is different
I'm always actin like you there but you really isn't
And it's been a minute
Since I seen you
We can't ride around and get it like we used too
They don't understand all the pain we been through
85 Voicemails sittin' on ya jack
Please call me back
We was in the basement freestylin' tryna rap
Man that take me back
Nigga you was there when I started smokin' sac
I don't wish this pain on nobody but you would have to see it just to understand
I don't wish this pain on nobody but you would have to see it just to understand
Today is a good day
All my niggas eatin'
All my niggas eatin'
Ain't no bitch in the way
It's a Sunday
Don't feel the same on the holidays
Don't feel the same on the holidays
It's Chops nigga had to say it one time for you bitch niggas
Just don't miss nigga
Cause if you do
I'm gon blow this shit it's gon raise the roof
We smokin' opps you smokin' poof
A lot of shit is going down it's a lot to handle
You can't hold my brotha down he lit like a candle
You done took the younger me gotta keep it movin' now
You can't be my baby cause my baby gon hold it down
He said he gon take me out I got that bih reloading now
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
God come on
Free the real
God come on
Free the real
Chops come home
Free the real
Chops come home
Free the real
I would be just chillin' droppin' dimes when he's here
Now I'm taking shots he got blood on his gear
Drinking purple but I got blue hunnits to my ear
Today is a good day
All my niggas eatin'
All my niggas eatin'
Ain't no bitch in the way
It's a Sunday
Don't feel the same on the holidays
Don't feel the same on the holidays
One time for you bitch niggas yeah
Raise the roof
Raise the roof
I tried to write a letter to chops yeah yesterday
Wrote it end up crying f*ck that shit you need out that place
When you comin' home I got bitches for you every day
GG said she miss you too but we don't conversate
I tried to write a letter to chops yeah yesterday
Wrote it end up crying f*ck that shit you need out that place
When you comin' home I got bitches for you every day
GG said she miss you too but we don't conversate
In the streets without my brotha I can't really concentrate
Moved out had to get low to a better place
Smokin on some thrax I'm so high where the heaven gates
This is different
I'm always actin like you there but you really isn't
And it's been a minute
Since I seen you
We can't ride around and get it like we used too
They don't understand all the pain we been through
85 Voicemails sittin' on ya jack
Please call me back
We was in the basement freestylin' tryna rap
Man that take me back
Nigga you was there when I started smokin' sac
I don't wish this pain on nobody but you would have to see it just to understand
I don't wish this pain on nobody but you would have to see it just to understand
Today is a good day
All my niggas eatin'
All my niggas eatin'
Ain't no bitch in the way
It's a Sunday
Don't feel the same on the holidays
Don't feel the same on the holidays
It's Chops nigga had to say it one time for you bitch niggas
Just don't miss nigga
Cause if you do
I'm gon blow this shit it's gon raise the roof
We smokin' opps you smokin' poof
A lot of shit is going down it's a lot to handle
You can't hold my brotha down he lit like a candle
You done took the younger me gotta keep it movin' now
You can't be my baby cause my baby gon hold it down
He said he gon take me out I got that bih reloading now
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
God come on
Free the real
God come on
Free the real
Chops come home
Free the real
Chops come home
Free the real
I would be just chillin' droppin' dimes when he's here
Now I'm taking shots he got blood on his gear
Drinking purple but I got blue hunnits to my ear
Today is a good day
All my niggas eatin'
All my niggas eatin'
Ain't no bitch in the way
It's a Sunday
Don't feel the same on the holidays
Don't feel the same on the holidays
One time for you bitch niggas yeah
Raise the roof
Raise the roof
I tried to write a letter to chops yeah yesterday
Wrote it end up crying f*ck that shit you need out that place
When you comin' home I got bitches for you every day
GG said she miss you too but we don't conversate
Writer: Isaiah Horne
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