GOURMET CHOPS (Explicit)

(HOOK)

You know how I rock

Cynematic with the gourmet chops

If you tryna keep up you better check up on ya pace I’m done passing bud I’m smoking mine to the face The sky ain’t the limit I be floating outer space

I get a check then I’m gone without a trace

Niggas saying that they got it, they don’t really get it

I get up in the booth and black out like windows tinted

I’m not listening don’t finish yo sentence

I stayed down from the start and still finished

I’m finna work it out I don’t need no membership

Out my body when I’m writing I got different penmanship I was down bad tryna scrap loose change

Now you see I’m different I don’t wear 2

Chains

I made it difficult to stop me

Here’s the inside scoop, this road gets rocky

You don’t got no bite or no bark like a dead dog

You ain’t talking money, ignored in my call log

I need the hunnits all blue like the hedgehog

Got it jumping in this bitch the crowd playing leap frog