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Written & Performed by Prince Derek Doll
Produced by Handy y Kap'z

Lyrics

[Chorus]
First I'ma step on ya feet,
Then I'ma knock on ya block,
Burn off ya ears with the heat,
Then I'ma climb to the top,
Didn't even know it's a wrap,
Bodied ya down with a pop,
Keeping my foot on ya neck,
Snatching ya 10s, Issa chop,

Whatchu was saying? Issa Chop
You not a fan, Issa Chop
Ain't got no bands, Issa Chop
Oh you ain't paying? Issa Chop
Is that yo man? Issa Chop
We throwin hands? Issa Chop
You see me slaying, Issa Chop
Shit I ain't playing, Issa Chop


[Verse 1]
Clear the room, clear the room,
Heard it's a pretty nigha coming thru
With 20 twins with them double ds,
Yep we got bad bitches and they runnin too.
We done skipped the line, but you knew that
Don't even waste ya time, you can't do that.
Secured that lit advance, but I blew that shit
Thought my time was up, but guess who back?
Yup. These nighas keep doubting me.
I pull up and all of they bitches be flocking me,
Showing me love but hate quietly,
I peep everything and move silently.
So you was up talking reckless on IG,
Now we face to face like it's gametime,
This ain't Costcos, nigha but you tried me,
and I supplied the rope cuz it's hangtime

While you was sleep I was up in ya house,
Mapping out plans to come catch me a mouse,
A rat, a leech, a loser, a louse.
Keep speaking shit you know nothing about,
The nigha that run it gone rise in the east,
but prophecy said he gone come from the south.
Rick James on the hoes, I'm like prince in a blouse,
I just bought me some boots to come fuck up ya couch

[Chorus]
First I'ma step on ya feet,
Then I'ma knock on ya block,
Burn off ya ears with the heat,
Then I'ma climb to the top,
Didn't even know it's a wrap,
Bodied ya down with a pop,
Keeping my foot on ya neck
Snatching ya 10s, Issa chop,

Whatchu was saying? Issa Chop
You not a fan, Issa Chop
Ain't got no bands, Issa Chop
Oh you ain't paying? Issa Chop
Is that yo man? Issa Chop
We throwing hands? Issa Chop
You see me slaying, Issa Chop
Shit I ain't playing, Issa Chop

[Verse 2]
Doors,
I just open em up to applause,
Money bags make it rain till it pours,
It's round two so I'm giving you more
Dropped another bomb on this beat too,
These nighas wanna be Dolls yelling me too,
I make ya hips pop,
Come dance to this bop,
Look down from glass ceilings,
Yea I peep through
See through,
Every time they tried to make me back back,
Just laugh it off, they're the ones they mad at,
These sights are unseen, I'm living these dreams,
Just keep the circle tight, did you catch that?
Doll,
They be shortsighted but know that I'm tall,
I keep on standing, they pray that I fall
These corny nighas not poppin at all, sit back while I ball,

Got the game froze like a freeze cup
On my third lap, better keep up.
Wipe ya peepas cuz I do what I pleasa
Straight from Brick City all the way to Ibiza,

Pro-choice cuz I'm living like the one that they chose.
If you kiss my feet make sure you suck on my the toes,
Issa remix, tighter than the fit of my clothes
Derek Doll on the panel and I'm chopping these hoes HA!

[Chorus]
First I'ma step on ya feet,
Then I'ma knock on ya block,
Burn off ya ears with the heat,
Then I'ma climb to the top,
Didn't even know it's a wrap,
Bodied ya down with a pop,
Keeping my foot on ya neck,
Snatching ya 10s, Issa chop,

Whatchu was saying? Issa Chop
You not a fan, Issa Chop
Ain't got no bands, Issa Chop
Oh you ain't paying? Issa Chop
Is that yo man? Issa Chop
We throwing hands? Issa Chop
You see me slaying, Issa Chop
Shit I ain't playing, Issa Chop

Where you goin?
It's not over yet
Grrrrrr....
Let's dance
Mhmm hmm
Grrrr

Doll.


-END-


CREDITS
Written by Alonzo S. Blalock
Produced by Handy y Kapz
Release Date; February 16, 2022