Bittah Dreamer, Krizz Kaliko - Chop Chop Lyrics

Don't nobody really want it with KALI, Ko.
Really da body blow
Is ovie-do, bobi-to a popi
Copy flow it but it don't stop me-doe.
I can get on top of it chop it until obviously
A body kickin' it and I don't mean karate.
Dey say ohh shit how he dues it it's abusive.
Black and blue contusions bout his music.
Wysh produced stupid that should prove it.
Substitute dem fools wit fluid movement.
Got a lotta fat all me that don't mean I won't paddle you bad-da-ly
If they chat on me Cad-al-ley
Havin your baddie saddle me
They don't battle me battle me
Ain't no match to me sadly.
At they Addy
They mad at me
Be Dey daddy on Saturday.
I can dead it an edit it, I am a vet they forget'd it.
I'm the Nigga that did-did-it, I can make
a get iganant.
Den-I bend it and wet'd it
Stay ahead of the head of it for you endin up preg-a-nant.
Suck on-at like pop in a bottle
I'm hittin the throttle
Mobbin they can follow
The follow model.
Cockin The hollow buss or get a A Chopper-da-borrow.
Only chopper out here choppin ima be here-da-Morrow

They told me I should just give up
I reply with man that just ain't me
They told me I should give more fucks
If I did I wouldn't have these dreams
Imma hit em with the chop chop
Ain't no way I'll stop stop
All I do is drop hot
Shit so imma hit em with the chop chop
Got your girl on top top
While she wearing a crop top
Giving her that chop chop

Don't nobody really want it with Bittah Dreamer
I feast on the beat capiche?
Got her on a leash
Every time I beast on the beat that I see cause I eat with the ether
Feed me the bees got the sting in the streets I deceive then decease rappers that want it with me they're the weed in my reefer
I agree imma be in the top 3 but not 3 and not 2 cause I'm the motherfucking dreamer
Who's he saying I got no music hustle?
Uzi make you do the Cupid shuffle
Doobie got me feeling stupid fuck you
Scooby with the snacks I'm doing Kung Fu
I won't stop shit like constipation
This my occupation
I'm off the matrix
Stop the playing
Haters diss the God but God forgave them
In a conversation about conservation
You stealing flows with no conjugation
Better talk to Satan cause God just killed you with no connotation
Don't need a reason don't need a treaty
Slaying rappers make that shit look easy
Got an attitude, Rest In Peace to Eazy
Imma be the best so please believe me
"Chop chop" what they telling me so I'll hit their ass with the 3 piece

They told me I should just give up
I reply with man that just ain't me
They told me I should give more fucks
If I did I wouldn't have these dreams
Imma hit em with the chop chop
Ain't no way I'll stop stop
All I do is drop hot
Shit so imma hit em with the chop chop
Got your girl on top top
While she wearing a crop top
Giving her that chop chop