CHOP IT UP lyrics

[Intro]
Protect Positive Squad

[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]
Bounce from the sound of my Glock
A—Aiming at your top
Gonna see your body flop
Watch me— Watch me c*ck it back
Gonna have a heart attack
Sca—Scary motherf*cker named Fred, I am back
Le—Leave you with the pieces, chop it up in the kitchen
Co—Cookin' up some dope, with the smoke, I ain’t trippin'
Not about the fame
Now please just go away
I'ma—I’ma ruin your day
If you step into my lane

[Chorus]
Leave you—Leave you with the pieces, chop it up in the kitchen
Co—Cookin' up some dope, with the smoke, I ain't trippin'
Not about the fame
Now please just go away
I'ma—I'ma ruin your day
If you step into my lane

[Bridge]
Positive Squad
Stay blessed
Never stressed
[Verse 2]
Mopped up all the grease, see you b*tches in the street
You's a parasite I see, see you in your f*cking dreams
I'ma beat you on the floo’, now come and get some mo’
Now Freddie in your home, now go and close the doo'
Pu—Pu—Puffin’ THC and poppin' all this Ativan
Make me feel like I'm the man, ain't no worry, not a plan
I’ma keep on coastin' it, all I know is f*ck a job
b*tch, you know that I'ma rob, take a chance, I might just fall
Pu—Pu—Pu—Puffin' THC and poppin' all this Ativan
Make me feel like I'm the man, ain't no worry, not a plan
I'ma keep on coasting it, all I know is f*ck a job
b*tch, you know that I'ma rob, take a chance, I might just fall

[Chorus]
Leave you—Leave you into pieces, chop it up in the kitchen
Co—Cookin' up some dope, with the smoke, I ain't trippin'
Not about the fame
Now please just go away
I'ma—I'ma ruin your day
If you step into my lane
Leave you—Leave you into pieces, chop it up in the kitchen
Co—Cookin' up some dope, with the smoke, I ain't trippin'
No—Not about the fame
Now please just go away
I'm—I'm—I'ma ruin your day
If you step into my lane
[Outro]
Damn, son, this must be a DJ Smokey exclusive
(Smo—Smoked out, Loced out
Riding with the pistol grip)
Chi—Chiefin' a quarter pound of pot
In my lap with the Glock c*cked
Yo, Smoke Gang, represent
(Smo—Smoked out, Loced out
Riding with the pistol grip)
An—An—Anna got me clickin', I ain't tripping 'cause I'm on that snow