OFF CHOPS lyrics

by

Vierre Cloud


All these c*nts wanna run my fade until i interface and then im face to face
Punchin billies like im cheech or chong
Givin mdma to my best mates
Movin packs i dont ever stop
Where im from its always f*ck the cops
Garden on me down by my c*ck (bud)
Im flippin candy lad we dont ever stop

Paranoid from the meds brah
Always thinkin thats a feds car
Going skitz but i ain't ever stoppin
Cap it up thats my only option
U want my shoes brah?
Thats cute bro
I got ur visa card and ur missus tho

We keep away from the cops
Keepin away from the
Servin all day bud or rock
Mdma in my sock
I could never ever stop
Last summer couple g's
On my vision double g's
Money long i let it bleed

When i close my eyes all i see is green
Cuz im movin ks of methamphetamine
Walkin around im off chops
f*ck a snitch i cut em off
I got a blade in my sock
When i walk in
I got whores on my whole di*k
See me pour out the whole thing
Into a double cup goin in my gut
Smokin muddy blunts doin both at once
All these c*nts wanna run my fade until i interface and then im face to face
Punchin billies like im cheech or chong
Givin mdma to my best mates
Movin packs i dont ever stop
Where im from its always f*ck the cops
Garden on me down by my c*ck (bud)
Im flippin candy lad we dont ever stop
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