ZxC - CHOPPIN' (feat. Saint) Lyrics

So who you been choppin' with
Stalking and plotting with
Seeing the creeping
I'm spotting it, stomping it
Best get to dropping it 'fore we get popping it
You got a problem, yeah
Just start forgetting it
I'm way too sick of these fake rapper's innocence
But I'm not one of these frauds I'm just different
So who you been choppin' with
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Take your bitch out on a date 'cuz she wanting it
I don't got nothing to say when she topping it
Hoes just be flocking it
Kicking them out of the shows if they don't get to moshing it
All of the profits go into my pockets, no splits no allotting it

Filling my cup with that dirty shit
Muddy the Sprite
I wanna see what you can hide
I'm high as a kite
Cliché the line but f*ck it I'm done with the kind
I ran out the bar with a bullet inside of my thigh
I took it to levels you cannot surmise
Feathers were falling from high in the sky
The angel is dead and I killed him inside
I'm stuck at the bottom that's how I don't miss
I'm here at your funeral filling your grave with my piss
I just took a video, all of your relatives singing to this
Your ex on my dick, I bounce on her bunda she gargle my spit
A filthy lil' rat is gonna be dead in a ditch
I heard you were scared so you turned to a snitch
You're gonna need more than a stitch

So who you been choppin' with
Stalking and plotting with
Seeing the creeping
I'm spotting it, stomping it
Best get to dropping it 'fore we get popping it
You got a problem, yeah
Just start forgetting it
I'm way too sick of these fake rapper's innocence
But I'm not one of these frauds I'm just different
So who you been choppin' with
This clip extended no stopping it
Take your bitch out on a date 'cuz she wanting it
I don't got nothing to say when she topping it
Hoes just be flocking it
Kicking them out of the shows if they don't get to moshing it
All of the profits go into my pockets, no splits no allotting it

We don't hand out no awards to participants
Best get to running 'cuz I'm never missing hits
Hand out free shots on my Oprah my bitch type shit
Bat to the knee we gonna f*ck up some ligaments
Blend in so well we be looking like militants
12 coming around we ain't hear bout no incidents
Teaching the youngins your head on my syllabus
Drums and the sticks hit the same they be synchronous
That's why I pull out the shasta
Mixing and matching my roster
I'm eating shrimp with the pasta
Don't do nothing stupid don't reach for the choppa
Stashing the evidence up in the lockup
Speak on my name and you might see me pop up
She be a 10 and she smart like a scholar
But if she entitles I'm still gonna block her

Are you recording?
So who you been choppin' with
I am the one you acknowledge
Don't ever want problems
With Tokyo's charting
I won't beg your pardon
I'd rather just watch you get stuck at the bottom like
Oh shit
They be acting hard when the flow hits
If you wanna talk better know shit
Keep the small talk, that's a pro tip
You don't own shit
I'm here to cut out the middle man
Time on my side you can call me the minuteman
I ain't a bitter man
F*ck all the talking and drama
You know I had all of this with the plan
Please don't mistake it and never disgrace it
I'm wondering why all this time you were chasing a lie
When it's right there in front of your face
Couldn't say I was wrong when I thought you were basic

So this really what we got going on
Ah, shit