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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
FNF Chop
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deonte Gaines
Composer
Carter Edington
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MIXEDBYKADA
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cash
Clip so long, bitch, it hang out the glick
Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch
Drum drum, go dumb when I slide with the stick
[Verse 2]
You better blow with your life when that day come
Choppers on choppers, come take one
Bitch, I'm on lock to come shake something
Keep it on lock, bitch that's one of my day ones
Try him, I'll face something
Roll up then face one
Big backwood to the motherfucking dome
In the trap for too long, think it's time to go home
Had the bitch for too long so I told her, "Move on"
For the future whip plays, had to switch up the phones
Trap boomin', got the train doin' numbers
Big Glock with a clip full of thunder
One shot, put a fuck **** under
[Verse 3]
I was down bad on my ass with like six straps
You was not there, don't forget that
Chopper break his ass in half like a Kit Kat
Bitch, we got smoke like a kickback
Stock on the kit, has no kickback
Shoot but you miss, what you hittin' at?
Talkin' that tough shit but what is you gettin' at?
Cuffin' that thot, thot
Ooh, you kiss that bitch on the lips
[Verse 4]
Clip so long, bitch it, hang out the glick
Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch
Drum drum, go dumb when I slide with the stick
Bad bitches on go, watch her dive for the dick
Deep strokes, send her home, she on live with the shit
Four nick with the beam, you can't hide from this bitch
All crane, came attached, built inside of this bitch
[Verse 5]
40s and carbons
Glizzy make a fuck **** dance like Carlton
I don't wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage
And I don't really trust no bitch to be honest
I got
40s and carbons
Glizzy make a fuck **** dance like Carlton
I don't wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage
And I don't really trust no bitch to be honest
[Verse 6]
Clip so long, bitch, it hang out the glick
Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch
Drum drum, go dumb when I slide with the stick
[Verse 7]
Clip so long, bitch, it hang out the glick
Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch
Drum drum, go dumb when I slide with the stick
Written by: Carter Edington, Deonte Gaines