Dub-O - Choppin Trees lyrics

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Dub-O - Choppin Trees lyrics

We, we be choppin Poppin' tops off almost everyday Money call up and I'm on my way [VERSE 1] I be choppin trees, poppin tops She like what that mean? Break it down, let me roll this one Please, I'll explain See that Hennessy, that's that Privilege And that Kush we smoke You don't even know, I swear to god that sh** from Mexico Dub-O ho, how you know my name, cuz I be grindin hard See you everywhere, like "oh my god, you're a superstar" Got a buzz, I got a buzz but I'm buzzin' in many states Up and down that freeway with it, pump it like it's heavy weight You f**in' wit heavy weights, choppin' trees that's everyday I get that money, I get that money, Man I f** your girl in every way My life on ten, my life on ten Put this on my life, put this on my life I'ma be a millionaire, I'ma be a millionaire, before the day that I die I got doubters on deck, so my homie grip with that chopper 24 hours no rest like I'm rollin off 2 yappas Turn it down, no stress, so much loud, no powder Might f** around, shoot up the bar, put 20 shots on the counter I'm sayin'... [Chorus] We, we be choppin' Poppin' tops off almost everyday Money call up and I'm on my way Make your b**h wanna come and see 100 G's, let's count it Tell my n***as put your guns away Everyday gon' be a summer day, yeahhhh [VERSE 2] Really came from the bottom, really came from the bottom Now I'm flyin into my city, lookin down tell 'em I got 'em I see jealousy when I'm shining So I know who not to smoke with EST, what's your problem, do you not know who I roll with? 19 Double X, 19 Double X, I scar on my skin Getting it 550, that's Juvie the Benz, that's Juvie in the Benz Naw you don't understand, No comprehend Cause they way too slow, those hoes for the man And b**h, I'm the man but they already know Back to that bread, I'ma stack it, makin' it harder to see ya Boss decisions, I'm makin' see that's the difference between us Man I be grindin', like I'm bout to go and re-up Got plastic crack on the scale, get you 12 grams for ur speakers And let it bang, like "Do I Know You?" f**in foolie, this that life, now let me show you On the way to the tippie we smokin poppin' champagne First it's business then pleasure and that there never will change I'm sayin', [Chorus X2]