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cto chop - two step! lyrics

[intro]
thanks, red
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
two+step when i walk up in the spot
double g on my belt, hold my pants up when i walk
i’ve been making money moves, i don’t really plan to stop
and you think your shawty loyal, she be givin’ up the top, like, woah
and i came up from the bas+m+nt
pull up on that boy, that choppa finna give a facelift
looking through my phone, all these shawties looking basic
give a couple months, ’cause their looks be always changing (changing)

[verse 1]
ayy, opp pack, we gon’ put it in the air (fah, fah, fah)
saw that boy was in the alley, so we hit him, made a spare
take a good look at my face, and then ask me if i care
we gon’ take him out his place if he think that he a player (ayy, ayy, ayy)
if he talk a lot, meet him in the parking lot (fah, fah, fah)
draco hold a thirty, whip it out, and let it spark a lot (ayy)
i grew up in the hood, so we ballin’ at the parking lot (ayy)
saw that boy was acting like a corn, let the target pop (target pop)

[bridge]
wait, wait, why you mad at me? (why you mad at me?)
making music for my fans is something that i’d rather be
doing and pursuing, ’cause i know that i am naturally
not good at academics, i’m a musician, and an athlete
[verse 2]
ayy, goin’ hard in the paint
we gon’ post up in the rain
got a round in the mag, and like fifty in the tank
man, this music treat me good
putting hundreds in the bank (in the bank)
how you gonna treat me different, boy?
you know we not the same
ayy, goin’ hard in the paint
we gon’ post up in the rain
got a round in the mag, and like fifty in the tank
man, this music treat me good
putting hundreds in the bank (in the bank)
how you gonna treat me different, boy?
you know we not the same

[verse 3]
not the same, not the same, not the same, not the same
that boy looking like a lame, like a lame, like a lame
i’m not in it for the fame, for the fame, for the fame
i’m just in it for the gain, for the gain, for the gain
ayy, ayy, we gon’ hit him in his brain
got him walking on the off beat
jeffrey dahmer drilling, now he looking like a zombie (ayy)
they thought i was rapping for a living, it’s a hobby
heater on my side, i burn ’em like i’m spilling coffee (uh, ayy)
fah, fah, hit ’em with the fah+fah
heard his girl latina, so we hit her with the cha+cha (haa)
hot hand, we gon’ hit his brother in the matta
choppa got a blade (ayy, ayy), we gon’ cut em’ like a crop top
[chorus]
two+step when i walk up in the spot
double g on my belt, hold my pants up when i walk
i’ve been making money moves, i don’t really plan to stop
and you think your shawty loyal, she be givin’ up the top, like, woah
and i came up from the bas+m+nt
pull up on that boy, that choppa finna give a facelift
looking through my phone, all these shawties looking basic
give a couple months, ’cause their looks be always changing (changing)

[outro]
thanks, red

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