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Chops
8
Hip-Hop/Rap
Chops was released on December 4, 2020 by Tokyo Kings Entertainment, Inc. as a part of the album T.K.F.L
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AlbumT.K.F.L
Release DateDecember 4, 2020
LabelTokyo Kings Entertainment, Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Ray
Lil Ray
Performer
P-Trill
P-Trill
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Norris Jr
Raymond Norris Jr
Lyrics
Paul Medford
Paul Medford
Composer

Lyrics

Yeah, P-Trill and Lil Ray on this
You know the vibes
Ridin' down the block, got me bustin' all these chops
Feel like I be on the clock, way them digits start to double up
Started getting money, so I had to get a cover up
Tryna run them plays like a game, ****, huddle up
From the same ground where a **** held it down
I done started with a half, now I'm playing with them pounds
From the same ground where a **** held it down
I done started with a half, now I'm playing with them pounds
Ridin' down the block, got me bustin' all these chops
Feel like I be on the clock, way them digits start to double up
Started getting money, so I had to get a cover up
Tryna run them plays like a game, ****, huddle up
From the same ground where a **** held it down
I done started with a half, now I'm playing with them pounds
From the same ground where a **** held it down
I done started with a half, now I'm playing with them pounds
Fuck all the acting, y'all using actions to get reactions
Rappin' my passion, some do it just to support they fashion
Eating cheese, I don't understand the Pig Latin
Gang get to clapping, now y'all dead opps my brodie ashin'
Let me slow down, before y'all say I'm ignorant
Turn the flow down, show y'all I'm different
To lift y'all up, I might have to make my image big
But y'all ain't really come to learn, call that an internship
From a town where they really ain't no pot to piss
"He gon' make it," yeah, that assumption ain't hard to miss
It's hard to grip, hard to tackle that we're in a battle
Foot on the pedal 'cause a youngin' got lots on his list
Ooh, haha, and that's when I awaken
Shots fired, and I ain't talking Sanaa Lathan
How'd my brown ass get to Cleveland? I'm a family guy
Tuckin' nips, y'all say y'all hustle but barely try
They stressin' 'bout a bitch, only money on my mind
How I gotta get them chips, only real ones know the grind
And I'm hanging with the 'Rips but we all one of a kind
And I'm ballin' like the Knicks but I'm Melo in his prime
Yeah, I used to be down but I never stayed there
Had the trap the money up like I'm getting paper cuts
And I'm smokin' on the Runtz like a killer on the run
(And these bitches hit me up just to kill, for the fun)
Ridin' down the block, got me bustin' all these chops
Feel like I be on the clock, way them digits start to double up
Started getting money, so I had to get a cover up
Tryna run them plays like a game, ****, huddle up
From the same ground where a **** held it down
I done started with a half, now I'm playing with them pounds
From the same ground where a **** held it down
I done started with a half, now I'm playing with them pounds
Ridin' down the block, got me bustin' all these chops
Feel like I be on the clock, way them digits start to double up
Started getting money, so I had to get a cover up
Tryna run them plays like a game, ****, huddle up
From the same ground where a **** held it down
I done started with a half, now I'm playing with them pounds
From the same ground where a **** held it down
I done started with a half, now I'm playing with them pounds
Written by: Paul Medford, Raymond Norris Jr
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