Shipping & Handling (Chopnotslop Remix)

作曲：Wesley Eric Weston Jr.

Chop stars

You all cuddled up man it's time to double up

I quarterback keys now it's time to huddle

You all cuddled up man it's time to double up

I quarterback keys now it's time to hook you up

You all cuddled up man it's time to double up chopstar

For the bad keys now it's time to huddle up

And if they blitz I'mma have to call her audible

I'm international my plug staying bout to

I get it I got it I get it I got it

I get it I got it

I get it I got it

We ain't flexing for the gram we ain't flexing for the gram

Flexing flexing for the gram

You must not know who I am

Uh

I'm authentic your cars rented you hit my engine

I bought a dollar

You rappers y'all like my little means a club

A clone but not equal to the prototype

No xanax but I handle boss like a motor

My my paper up I got paper

Cause I need me a break

I fake it's hundreds hundreds on the ground

I need me a

It's d o a if you ever try to play me cause I keep four four

Fours like j my

My kicks rare your chicks stare she flips hair

I always been a slick talker like rick blair touch

I just made it back from atlanta I'm feeling better than

That like when my granny began

You all cuddled up man it's time to double up

I quarterback keys now it's time to hug and if they blitz

I'mma have to call her audible

I'm nash national my plug staying baltimore

I get it I got it

I get it I got it I get it I got itget it

I ain't flexing flexing for the gram

We ain't flexing for the gram

We ain't flexing for the gram you must not know who I am oh

Now now pick the city it don't matter if that city gritty

I can name a riptable gangster that's out there

** with me

Them packs coming them half back skitches still forming

They take my right hand man and you came this armor

Watch out for m form it's recording your conversations

The harder hardest care why you ain't got no numbers

Cause hollywood got some weirdos that like to fund them in

** I'm a king and I ain't going out like none of them

I'm so street my name should be concrete

If he dies he dies

Who let them come you got poor management

Let's go come back and bite

You I came to silence all the lambs you should call me

Kaiser you all

Cuddled up man it's time to double up

I quarterback keys now it's time to huddle

And if they blitz

I'mma have to call her audible

I'm international my plug staying vouchable

I get it I got it

I get it I got it

I get it I got it I get it

I got it we ain't flexing for theround

We ain't flexing for the gram

We ain't flexing for the gram you must not know who I am uh

You should never ever beef with a black belt

Two of my foes I had to show them how that mac felt

Three whips poured up they all banging my ** and

Before my stash

But I had other ways to hide the five five inner six plus

A made back two damns rams with killer camp plus

Jim jones and my damn too who the ** are you hot

Pipe down I'm an icon I die

I die for the points to ball touch the pylon look look

I'm a team player

A magazine sprayer

I'm not the stuffing out you the titty rock spinach you

I'm a legend forever yogi bearer of my era

No I don't pay my nails and I don't wear mascara but need to