Slick Chops - Boom Bap Sh*t

Duration

2:15

Lyrics

I'm the rapper that mother fuckers are sleeping on Model bitches what I'm creepin on Cd smokin mean trees what I'm peepin on 11k kinda like the shit that meek is on I don't got a weaker song, I'm making deeper heat Its like a party to me, life on bleeker street No time for slow grind, its show time Bitches love it when I kick and drop a dope rhyme Rappers washed up put em on the clothes line Dropping coke lines that at thicker than the coke sign I'm what you call a young entrepreneur Underground still, climbing out the sewer Local celeb, so go head brag and boast I spit with few cats I laugh at most Let's have a toast, cus hip hop is coming back Thanks to slick chops and any other rapper not wack Heads asking for the cd when I drop that Nothing comes free so I'm hopin that u cop that I don't care it doesn't need a stupid bar code U need to know that I stay in super star mode I'm on the come up, future lookin far yo Rent a lamborghini just to see how fast the car goes Got a diva in the whip, she's the hottest She don't even care that I'm empty in the pockets I'm a freak sure, blowing up like c-4 I know where cops chill so I take the detour I'm steve whore, fuck u buggin me for Don't try to tell me that we did meet, before East coast, don't tell me that I'm swagged out I got a reputation that I have a really bad mouth But I keep it cool kinda like my last house People think there hard cus they rockin tap out Type of kids who would get there dome split But deep down inside, they already know this Yu better have a fat ass if u got no tits They say slick chops is a prick, no shit Tell me something that I don't no Got a show and my so called fan base won't go So sad, nah I'm kidding man I don't care If I'm the one who's gotta drive, no fair if I tell em its in brooklyn they be so scared Backin out saying "I don't wanna go there" Most rappers don't know boom bap shit But when they hear it they be like dude that's sick