Chop It Up

I stepped to lil momma Not giving a fuck Tell this Little beezy put some Drink in my

Cup Privilege Hennessy, Ma fuck that cheap stuff

Yeah baby I'm drunk, but I will not cuff Infested With game, so no it's not Luck

All I wanna do is fuck and Hit it from the back

Right before I bust, rub Your tongue on my shaft

Play with my sack, yeah I Like it like that

AZ fitted hat, Air Force Ones on my feet Mac Dre On my shirt, youngin' From the street

On a lifetime mission, all I wanna do is skeet Some Crucial head will make My knees go weak

I need a freak a leek that Can take the D Ain't no Fake in me, let's get it on and crack in

They love me cause I'm Rappin', behind closed Doors

Ain't no tellin' what'll Happen, time for some Action

Wheather mami in Baby, fat, doce and gabana Gucci or Louis, Maybe even Prada

Ma let's chop it up and Talk about dollars Lookin' At your backside, I had to Holla

When I first met her, not Like the typical girl Hair All down her back, at the End it was curled

No make up high Heels, I Like em' like that

Bitches better train and Put your asses back

Get back in your lane, Girl, you're workin' in Flames

She look back and told Me, now that's a weak Game

I'm not spittin' game at You, I'm way too advance

I'm not a little ass boy, Girl, I'm a grown ass man

Put your number on this Paper, and maybe later On

I can get at you later, and We can do what grown Ups do

Maybe later on, and we Can do what grown ups Do

Wheather mami in Baby, Fat, doce and gabana Gucci or Louis, maybe Even Prada

Ma let's chop it up and Talk about dollars Lookin' At your backside, I had to Holla