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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalil
Khalil
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kirill Magai Joseph Watchorn
Kirill Magai Joseph Watchorn
Producer
Wess
Wess
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

All my enemies, tryna get ahead of me But I got the engine key Startin my pedigree, like lambo engine be Loud as hell When you dope like this you goin smell Ups and downs never fell Never fucked with the kid oh well Now you screamin from the bottom of your wishin well I'm screamin from the top like So where can I even get some barz This shit got me zonin out on gawd And that probs skipped yall head tops So many dope lines call me El Chops Realest in the game when I spit my flow (yah!) Imma tell you how to stay low When you blow You learn the most when you below Good vibes, far as ego go Thats when I learned fake niggas everywhere I go Roll when you high then ghost when they smoke all your dope Then leave you on the muddy shore How you think I got drip like this Learned to swim drowning when I felt helpless Nothin in this life lifeless Holistic, like how these hoes suck me religious She only here for business Dollas for her pussy lips How she get riches Bouncin it for tips How she envision Makin it in this bitch Fuck your personal limit Those personal decisions Check my commitment Smokin big eights, got me sick with a chronic case With my compadres, we the illest in the game No comprehende, hieroglyphic bars what you say Not in my lane, space X coupe elon musk way Better watch your back know your niggas with it Dap you up just for your digits Knows some niggas switching know some niggas trippin But whos a real nigga and who isnt Sicknin, niggas burnin out cuz they lost in high imagination, figments So where can I even get some barz This shit got me zonin out on gawd And that probs skipped yall head tops So many dope lines call me El Chops Good lookin to my day ones remember runnin in the deep end To follow a dream with a dollar and no feedback But, I just kept on my grind I had a story in mind Pour up roll up Duey got the littest state of mind Cuz lame niggas goin rerun so imma just defund Now im walkin with the team handing em these funds Head on the pistol, foot on the pedal Phone ringer left to settle Cuz im boutta blow Ridin in coupe with the dope I wont ever fold Cuz ever since I could know a nigga been destined for gold Ive been holdin it down for the squad so I gotta let you know Fuckin w me and you goin end up trolled Light it up, light it up (Spark that nigga) Imma keep smokin more Pour it up, pour it up Imma keep sippin more Cuz I know all my goals And these niggas really old On the same old shit like nigga get your own Cuz no niggas so fly oh (Nah) Cuz no niggas ride more (Nah) Cuz niggas goin slide In a city so cold Killin niggas who fly But real niggas dont fold So where can I even get some barz This shit got me zonin out on gawd And that probs skipped yall head tops So many dope lines call me El Chops
Writer(s): Kamryn Sandiford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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