Zach Kyle - CHOSE Lyrics

This bitch tryna get chose
This bitch tryna get chose
Which one?
I think this one tryna get chose
This bitch tryna get chose
Do I pick her?
No
This bitch tryna get chose
Which one?
I think this one tryna get chose
This bitch tryna get chose
Do I pick her?
Do I pick her?
Do I pick her?
Feel like I'm writing in Death Note when I'm etching out these raps
Hit your shorty with a death stroke, it's the best she ever had
And I'm smoking on Exxon, that's the new name for gas
Don't f*ck with me, you get flexed on I got all type of swag
Riding round with the top down in the middle of the burbs
Mad shorties in my phone right now, I don't which one I should murk
So they all get curved, and they don't get a call
Cuz if I go link up with one of these shorties, I'll wanna go f*ck with them all
So I don't pay attention, I don't get involved
I'd rather go do my thing in these streets, just me and my dogs
Woof
'Cause this bitch tryna get chose
This bitch tryna get chose
Which one?
I think this one tryna get chose
And I ain't gone act like I wanna f*ck with her
Imma just act like she not in my phone, woah, woah
This bitch tryna get chose
Do I pick her?
Do I pick her?
No
This bitch tryna get chose
Which one?
I think this one tryna get chose, yeah
This bitch tryna get scooped up
Do i pick her?
Do I pick her?
No