Umbrella (ChoppedNotSlopped) - Metro Boomin, 21 Savage & Young Nudy: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Umbrella (ChoppedNotSlopped)

Metro Boomin, 21 Savage & Young Nudy

292,219Hip-Hop/Rap2023

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Umbrella (ChoppedNotSlopped) was discovered most frequently at around 1 minutes and 50 seconds into the song during the past week

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LYRICS

Lyrics

Yeah

Heroes and villains

Chopped up, but not slopped up

I got my youngins in charge

DJ Candlestick and he on the ones and twos with me, yeah

I promise you, my G, she likes it chopped up and not slopped up

It's the Chopstars Exotic Pop Edition (okay)

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Big 4L, the biggest 4L

Pussy, 21

Chopstars OVO Gang (21)

G-Block savage with the criminals (21)

**** throwin' shots, they subliminal (21)

G-Block savage with the criminals (21)

**** throwin' shots, they subliminal (21)

G-Block savage with the criminals (21)

**** throwin' shots, they subliminal (21)

Say that it's a problem, then we spin on it (on God)

Get the whole drum 'cause I'm generous (straight up)

Put your name on the bullets while I'm fillin' 'em (pussy, pussy)

All the opps scared 'cause we killin' 'em (pussy, pussy)

Eastside vet, I'm a general (pussy, pussy)

All my **** twins, we identical (pussy)

I put all the beef on a meat rack (straight up)

Holes in his face, put a sheet back (facts)

Threw a candlelight, skeet that (pew, pew)

Stepped on the son, call DFAC (pussy)

Paradox is wrong place to creep at (on God)

He tellin' on the news, he a street rat (21)

Shoot the whole hundred, ****, keep that (that's pussy)

Pass the opp pack so I can chief that (pussy)

Wet 'em, umbrella (yeah)

Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (yeah)

Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (yeah)

Money, violence go together (yeah)

Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (yeah)

Money, violence go together (yeah)

Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (yeah)

Money, violence go together (yeah)

Bottega labels on my sweater (21)

Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (say what? Yeah)

Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)

These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (hot)

Give me more shooters, I need it

Give me more plates, know we greedy

We catchin' bodies, we fiendin'

They catchin' bodies, they dreamin'

And I just caught a body with your bitch, she ate semen (uh-huh)

Suck me up, baby girl, ooh, she's a demon (wow)

Said she love the money, I see she fiendin'

Set up her ****, I'm plottin' and schemin'

Slimeball, bitch (slime, bitch)

Rich as a bitch and I'm broke like her **** (huh?)

Sit in L.A., sendin' shots at a **** (brrt)

Cross the country, ****, sendin' them hitters (yeah)

**** actin' country, play with me, **** (yeah)

Stick right here make some noise (boom)

Grip on that bitch, ride around, can't avoid (wow)

Bitch shake the ground, ass attached to that boy (uh)

We shook the crowd when we stepped on that boy

Get different breed, different hitters, different killers (yeah)

Glock 23 and it come with extendo (yeah)

Switch on that bitch, finna whoop me a **** (brrt, brrt, brrt)

Think I was his mama when I get done

Leavin' no prints on the block (yeah)

Leavin' a snitch on they block (yeah)

We left some opps on our block (yeah)

These **** turnin' to cops (yeah)

They be makin' song when they partner drop (damn)

Wet 'em, umbrella (yeah)

Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (yeah)

Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (yeah)

Money, violence go together (yeah)

Bottega labels on my sweater (21)

Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (say what?)

Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)

These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (hot)

**** say it's up, they be hidin', though (21)

I can put it on, but I still got a stylist, though

**** say it's up, they be hidin', though (21)

I can put it on, but I still got a stylist, though

**** say it's up, they be hidin', though (21)

I can put it on, but I still got a stylist, though (on God)

Party in the hills, all the bitches got a powder nose

Call 'em "bent over," I don't count the hos (straight up)

Came from the bottom, I done reached a lot of goals

Reach for my chain, a lot of, lot of holes

Big 4L, yeah, I'm gone like, "Adiós"

Knock your hood down, ****, dominoes (21)

I ain't really friendly, ****, fuck 'em all (pussy)

Clip full of hollows, I'ma bust 'em all (pussy)

Send 'em up to God with a fuckin' call (pussy)

Only time I ran is from the fuckin' laws (pussy)

I ain't really friendly, ****, fuck 'em all (pussy)

Clip full of hollows, I'ma bust 'em all (pussy)

Send 'em up to God with a fuckin' call (pussy)

Only time I ran is from the fuckin' laws (pussy)

I ain't really friendly, ****, fuck 'em all (pussy)

Clip full of hollows, I'ma bust 'em all (pussy)

Send 'em up to God with a fuckin' call (pussy)

Only time I ran is from the fuckin' laws (pussy)

Big 4L, she wanna suck us all (pussy)

I got too much cash for a fuckin' mall (pussy)

If she ain't my bitch, then I ain't fuckin' raw (pussy)

If she from the street, then I ain't fuckin' raw (pussy)

Wet 'em, umbrella (yeah)

Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (yeah)

Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (yeah)

Money, violence go together (yeah)

Bottega labels on my sweater (21)

Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (say what?)

Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)

These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (hot)

Boys better stop ridin' around with that sloppy shit, man

You rap **** out there gettin' your

Shit slopped up and not chopped up, man

You better get your budget right, man

You wanna fuck with the Chopstars

That's all I gotta say

Written by: Celso Valli, David Ruoff, Eli Klughammer, Leland Wayne, Peter Lee Johnson, Quantavious T. Thomas, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

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