Baby Pullup - CHOPPIN FOOD Lyrics

I ain't him, I ain't them, they can never f*ck with me
Ksubi jeans, I'm rockin, nigga, I spend like four bucks on these
Bro say he need ten bows, served em, I make three points off of each
Niggas dissin' in my comments like the issue boys don't creep
Now we slide in rentals, me and bro hopped out our granny's Jeep
I can't get enough of drink, pour up in a Faygo peach
Way she put her mouth on me, it's sticky, actin' like a leech
Even when I was in college hoopin, I was still stuck in streets
I'ma put my man's on, it's okay, I'll take the pay cut too
Way we hit the block with that uh, sound like we dropped a nuke
I was hoopin, pushin' rock, really could've played at duke
I just met this bad bitch, said she tryna get my dick a smooch
I should really wear a mask when mixin, but I don't
I should cut this bitch off, but her head good, so I won't
I was on my knuckles, never asked em' for a loan
When they speakin' on my name, I bet them niggas watch they tone, huh
Wake up, count some pape, that shit keep me in a good mood
Bro keep takin' breaks, ain't wearin' a mask when he choppin' the food
Ain't f*ck with me when I was broke, now I'm up, watch the bitches choose
I been chillin' on the drink, but I'm tempted just to pour a deuce
With my right-hand mans, we finna slide, but he shoot with the left
The issue slide so much, hit your face, you don't need a vest
I be with my dog every day, I'm like Johnny Test
My bitch f*ck me good, every day, she keep me at my best
Fakin' like you on that, when you not, that shit be killin' me
Up the blick them niggas ran, you see legs like a centipede
Shawty got good mouth, I need a figure, who her dentistry
Shawty got some ass, she in a A, that's a Georgia peach
He got rolled on, laid on, look like a flat tire
I'm rockin' Palm and Marni baby, that's just my attire
Look my scammer homie, he just hit, he tryna' send a wire
Out of town with some thick brown shit, she look like apple cider