[Chorus: Jgrxxn]
Chop up grams of that coca
I probably had a hundred grams tucked in that sofa
Chop it up, chop it up
Grams of that coca
I probably had a hundred grams tucked off in that sofa

[Verse 1: Jgrxxn]
Chop it up, grams [?]
I was only 17, that meant I was fly
I would hop out of bed, hop up in the trap
Connect that bread, bring that bread back
Was a hard headed nigga from that Dade County erea
Cocaine Chevy, you can check out my interior
[?]
Now I'm getting money from all them plays in your stareo
Wait a minute, there he go [?]
You would never know I [?]
Then I let it go live, now I'm big like Ludacris
[?] on the floor, you don't know what to do with this
I was holding Luie shit, but I kept it old school
[?] yeah that was my old shoe
Used to get a pack and 22 it, now I got them pro tools
Now they say I'm hot, but that been old news

[Chorus: Jgrxxn]
Chop up grams of that coca
I probably had a hundred grams tucked in that sofa
Chop it up, chop it up
Grams of that coca
I probably had a hundred grams tucked off in that sofa
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