Chopsticks Trippie Redd

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[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
[Chorus]
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Bah, bah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Pew-pew-pew)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me
[Verse 1]
Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent
Ayy, new Armani on my body, Illuminati (Yeah)
Rollin' with a fine bitch, she like two tsunamis (This your soul)
Yeah, new designer, I make her touch her toes (Woah)
New designer, I gotta try on clothes (Try on clothes)
New designer, boy, I'm all in Chrome (All in Chrome)
E.T. whip got me phonin' home
I'm addicted to the cheese, I like provolone (Cheese, cheesе)
Swag overload, swag overload
Yeah, wе got hella chops, we run up in your home (Home, bah)
Yeah, talking all that shit, put choppas to your dome (Bah, dome, bah)
Yeah, don't try and get me up out my zone (Zone, yeah)
Yeah, chop hanging out the Prada bag
Chop hanging out the Prada bag
Ridin' 'round with that (Ha)
Ridin' 'round with that chop on me, ridin' 'round with that Glock (Bah)
Nigga, I'm ridin' with that shit on me, don't end up shot (Dead)