lucan - Chop Off The Roof Lyrics

I done came a long way (A long way)
I was making nothing
Turned me into something (Into something)
'Hunnids, I was hustlin' (Hustlin')
Then the shit got ugly, was servin' to them junkies (Them junkies)
The junkies I was servin', wocky got me swervin' (Got me swervin')
Gotta keep a pole, even when I'm riding in suburban (Riding in suburban)
I'm whippin' a suburban, I'm cleaner than detergent
They asked me pop outside, but I told them I was working
Bad bitch and she twerking
Spend it 'cause I earned it
Cooler than a bitch, but I'm hotter than a furnace
All my opps in graves (Yeah)
And that's word to Ernest
I be whipping whips and I say "f*ck it" to a permit
Sippin' on that Kermit (Yeah)
What's in that pot, I stir it (Yeah)
I am the way I am because when I was younger I observed it
Observed all of the trapping, absorbed all of the rapping (Trapping, rapping)
Sending stock down to Orlando, we don't play for Magic (Magic)
Flip to that next page, enter a new chapter
I'm coming down upon they city, put them in a rapture (Rapture)
Like the flag, get captured (Yeah)
Questioning what happened (Yeah)
Smoke 'em like it's cancer (Yeah)
Don't partake in the banter (Yeah)
Light 'em up, lantern (Yeah)
Ask me, I won't answer (Answer)
Not interested in conversation, interested in bands, sir
Racks, chop off the muhf*ckin' roof (Bands, bitch, bands)
Chop off the muhf*ckin' roof (Bitch, bands)
Racks, chop off the muhf*ckin' roof (Bitch, bands)
Chop off the muhf*ckin' roof (Bands, bands)
Racks, go to the muhf*ckin' moon (Bitch, bands)
Go to the muhf*ckin' moon with the racks (Bitch, bands)
Chop off the muhf*ckin', mm (Bitch)
Go to the muhf*ckin' moon (Bitch, bitch, bands, keep starin')
All of my life, I just wanted to hoop
Get to the duffel, add up a check
Get to the duffel, another one next
Got to the duffel, why wouldn't I flex?
Get to the duffel, no time to rest
Get to the duffel, get to the duffel
I'm not tryna scuffle, I'm steppin' on necks
Get to the duffel, go get you a check (Yeah)
Snatchin' that chain off your neck (Damn)
I'm already up, I am not next (Bitch)
Shoot right through your heart, at your chest (Yeah)
It's really no question that I am the best (Brrap)
Breaking shit down like a mech (Brrap)
Carrying me a lil' TEC (Brrap)
Servin' from East to the West like I'm Sheck, mm (Brrap)
In this rap shit I'm LeBron
In this rap shit I'm like Don, mm
In this life shit you a pawn
Your music make me yawn
Gettin' shit hit like a baton
Gettin' you dead, yeah
You a lil' bug, get stepped on
Give me my flowers, SAINt JHN
Give me my roses, I empty a whole clip (Yeah)
Puttin' up points like I'm DeMar DeRozan (Yeah)
I'm pointing my pistol right where his nose is (Yeah)
Open red sea and I'm looking like Moses (Yeah)
Holy moly
Shooting like I am Ginobili (Ginobili)
All of the diamonds my Rollie (Rollie)
Aimin' my pistol real slowly (Yeah)
Racks, chop off the muhf*ckin' roof (Racks)
Chop off the muhf*ckin' roof with the racks
Go to the muhf*ckin' moon (Racks)
Go to the muhf*ckin' moon with the racks
Chop off the muhf*ckin' roof (Racks, bitch)
Chop off the muhf*ckin' moon with the racks (Yeah)
Go to the muhf*ckin' moon (Yeah)
Go to the muhf*ckin' moon with the racks