FNF Chop Titanic Lyrics
Aye, Look…
Said I run through them racks bitch I stay in my lane
Stop flexing them 10’s that lil shit change
How you speak on the trap and don’t mention my name
Mr. Get ‘em gone, we not the same
Fuck off then it’s back to the business
Big dog me and you it’s a difference
Twenty-one on a chain, yea it’s hitting
Talking reckless and you might come up missing
Pockets super sloppy man it’s ridiculous
Big stepper, I ain’t ducking I did it
50 round drum hang out the glizzy
Put em under we aint sparing no witness
It is what it is man they know where I be at
Chop getting money I know you can see that
Bout to roll up a opp, lil bro where the weed at?
The same place I trap, the same place I beef at
I’m in the jungle I hang with the lions and killers don’t hang with no snakes (huh)
These n***** will smile in your face (said come on) then try to eat food off your plate (said come on)
Lil n**** we coming from nothing (huh) now we hanging out the wraith
Can’t fuck with these n***** they fake(huh) I was starving had nowhere to stay
(now I run them racks up) 2 phones. 1 for the plug and 1 just for backup
Go with you move that shit get you clapped up
Lil bro wilding he stay tryna whack some
How im big bro when you older than me?
Try to rob bro was smoking for free
I used to wear shaq’s they was joking on me
Now these bitches sucking choking on me
HOOK
Neck water it’s a ocean on me, Atlantic
I let a hoe drive the boat, Titanic
Up with the stick imma blow, he panic
I turn his ass to a ghost, he vanish
Hundred thousand dollars in a Gucci bag
Couple glocks & choppers in a louis bag
Reach for my neck & imma do his ass
(huh, said come on)
BRIDGE
It is what it is man they know where I be at
Chop getting money I know you can see that
Bout to roll up a opp, lil bro where the weed at?
The same place I trap, the same place I beef at
Lil n**** we coming from nothing (huh) now we hanging out the wraith
Can’t fuck with these n***** they fake (huh) I was starving had nowhere to stay
HOOK
Neck water it’s a ocean on me, Atlantic
I let a hoe drive the boat, Titanic
Up with the stick imma blow, he panic
I turn his ass to a ghost, he vanish
Hundred thousand dollars in a Gucci bag
Couple glocks & choppers in a louis bag
Reach for my neck & imma do his ass
(huh, said come on)
OUTRO ADLIBS
(AYE, AYE SAID COME ON, SAID COME ON, SAID COME ON
GANG! )