FREDDIE DREDD, DJ Smokey - CHOP IT UP lyrics
[FREDDIE DREDD, DJ Smokey - CHOP IT UP lyrics]
Protect Positive Squad
Bounce from the sound of my Glock
Aiming at your top gonna see your body flop
Watch me cock it back
Gonna have a heart attack
Scary motherfucker named Fred, I am back
Leave you with the pieces
Chop it up in the kitchen
Cooking up some dope, with the smoke
I ain't tripping not about the fame
Now please, just go away ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane
Leave you with the pieces
Chop it up in the kitchen
Cooking up some dope, with the smoke
I ain’t tripping not about the fame
Now please, just go away ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane
Positive Squad stay blessed
Never stressed
Mobbed up on the creep
See you bitches in the street
You's a parasite I see
See you in your fucking dreams
Ima beat you on the floor
Now come and get some more
Now Freddie in your home
Now go and close the door
Puffing THC and popping all this Ativan
Make me feel like I'm the man
Ain’t no worry not a plan
Ima keep on coasting it
All I know is fuck a job, bitch
You know that Ima rob
Take a chance I might just fall
Puffing THC and popping all this Ativan
Make me feel like I'm the man
Ain't no worry not a plan
Ima keep on coasting it
All I know is fuck a job bitch
You know that Ima rob
Take a chance I might just fall
Leave you into pieces
Chop it up in the kitchen
Cooking up some dope, with the smoke
I ain't tripping not about the fame
Now please, just go away ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane
Leave you into pieces
Chop it up in the kitchen
Cooking up some dope, with the smoke
I ain't tripping not about the fame
Now please, just go away ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane
Damn, son, this must be a DJ Smokey exclusive
(Smoked out, Loced out
Riding with the pistol grip)
Chiefing a quarter pound of pot
In my lap with the Glock cocked
Yo, Smoke Gang, represent
(Smoked out, Loced out
Riding with the pistol grip)
Anna got me clicking I ain't tripping
'cause I'm on that snow
Bounce from the sound of my Glock
Aiming at your top gonna see your body flop
Watch me cock it back
Gonna have a heart attack
Scary motherfucker named Fred, I am back
Leave you with the pieces
Chop it up in the kitchen
Cooking up some dope, with the smoke
I ain't tripping not about the fame
Now please, just go away ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane
Leave you with the pieces
Chop it up in the kitchen
Cooking up some dope, with the smoke
I ain’t tripping not about the fame
Now please, just go away ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane
Positive Squad stay blessed
Never stressed
Mobbed up on the creep
See you bitches in the street
You's a parasite I see
See you in your fucking dreams
Ima beat you on the floor
Now come and get some more
Now Freddie in your home
Now go and close the door
Puffing THC and popping all this Ativan
Make me feel like I'm the man
Ain’t no worry not a plan
Ima keep on coasting it
All I know is fuck a job, bitch
You know that Ima rob
Take a chance I might just fall
Puffing THC and popping all this Ativan
Make me feel like I'm the man
Ain't no worry not a plan
Ima keep on coasting it
All I know is fuck a job bitch
You know that Ima rob
Take a chance I might just fall
Leave you into pieces
Chop it up in the kitchen
Cooking up some dope, with the smoke
I ain't tripping not about the fame
Now please, just go away ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane
Leave you into pieces
Chop it up in the kitchen
Cooking up some dope, with the smoke
I ain't tripping not about the fame
Now please, just go away ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane
Damn, son, this must be a DJ Smokey exclusive
(Smoked out, Loced out
Riding with the pistol grip)
Chiefing a quarter pound of pot
In my lap with the Glock cocked
Yo, Smoke Gang, represent
(Smoked out, Loced out
Riding with the pistol grip)
Anna got me clicking I ain't tripping
'cause I'm on that snow