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chop shit - yb curtis lyrics

[intro]
(zyeq)
whoa, whoa (yeah)
ay’
yeah, yeah (bit’)
a’ight, look
ay’, ay

[chorus]
i’m that type of n*gga to just start, but never stop sh*t
and n*gga you a b*tch ass boy
hit you with a drop kick
i always tell them p*ssy b*tches, post up on the block b*tch
and b*tch i ain’t no gangsta’, but that don’t mean i won’t chop sh*t
i don’t know ‘bout where you got sh*t
why you lookin’ at me like that?
don’t give no f*cks ‘bout if i lost sh*t because i’ma get it back
i got a basket, with the b*lls, b*tch you know she on the sack
and yb stand for yaboy
b*tch but curtis on the track (yeah)
[verse 1]
mane i just really do my thing, mane
i just really wanna get the bread
don’t want no fame, mane
i really like to switch sh*t up cause i don’t like the same thing
and b*tches likе to think that i’m a pimp
mane no i ain’t, mane
i’m the avatar likе aang, mane (lets go, lets go)
aye, i just really be coolin’
them n*ggas, think think i ain’t know, but i knew it
and b*tches be stupid, they really be crazy, they really just want me to give ‘em
my fluid
you told me to do it, i don’t wanna do it
you know when i be rappin’, you know i be fluent
mane you really a p*ssy, you won’t get into it
i really just wanna travel to honduras
mane i really just go and i hit that b*tch 6 times, call it 6 figures
mane i can’t f*ck with no thot hoes, cause it’s gon be me versus
6 n*ggas
and them n*ggas they be really p*ssy, they don’t wanna fight
but pull 6 triggers
lookin’ up to a f*ckin’ boss, do it 5 times then i tell ‘em 6, mister

[chorus]
ay, i’m that type of n*gga to just start, but never stop sh*t
and n*gga you a b*tch ass boy
hit you with a drop kick
i always tell them p*ssy b*tches, post up on the block b*tch
and b*tch i ain’t no gangsta’, but that don’t mean i won’t chop sh*t
i don’t know ‘bout where you got sh*t
why you lookin’ at me like that?
don’t give no f*cks ‘bout if i lost sh*t because i’ma get it back
i got a basket, with the b*lls, b*tch you know she on the sack
and yb stand for yaboy
b*tch but curtis on the track (yeah)
[verse 2]
and when i hop up on the track, i never relax
you know i go crazy, i’m gettin’ sh*t back
mane i stay with my shoes, they all in my closet, b*tch
but i’m puttin’ my sh*t on the rack
mane i don’t need a plug, cause b*tch i’m the jack
and you know i be hittin’ that b*tch from the back
and b*tch i’m intelligent, no i ain’t artificial
cause my n*gga, you can’t make me crack
ay’
why?
do n*ggas be trippin’, they lookin’ at me like they thinkin’ they know me
i need to control, my f*ckin’ emotions
i don’t wanna get angry like i’m broly
and i really just love it when b*tches be freaky
they really just wanna be muhf*ckin’ folded
they really just wanna be all on my d*ck and sh*t
and take the b*tch out, and f*ckin’ hold it
mane, yeah
gettin’ bread i got the checks, n*gga
and n*ggas they be p*ssy
wan’ be all up on my neck, n*gga
and b*tch you know you guilty
you just need to gon’ confess, n*gga
and i be choppin’ sh*t, so don’t f*ck with me
b*tch cause i’m gon’ chop yo dress, n*gga
[chorus]
i’m that type of n*gga to just start, but never stop sh*t
and n*gga you a b*tch ass boy
hit you with a drop kick
i always tell them p*ssy b*tches, post up on the block b*tch
and b*tch i ain’t no gangsta’, but that don’t mean i won’t chop sh*t
i don’t know ‘bout where you got sh*t
why you lookin’ at me like that?
don’t give no f*cks ‘bout if i lost sh*t because i’ma get it back
i got a basket, with the b*lls, b*tch you know she on the sack
and yb stand for yaboy
b*tch but curtis on the track, b*tch
lets go

- yb curtis lyrics

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