Chopstick
This is a chopstick, you could get hit
Tryna fuck with these niggas
Tryna get up off my dick
I never tried to see the sun riding in the whip
Now these bitches hit my phone asking for some dick
Ay
This is a chopstick, you could get hit
Tryna fuck with these niggas
Tryna get up off my dick
I never tried to see the sun riding in the whip
Now these bitches hit my phone asking for some dick
Ay, ay, ay
Chopstick, mopstick
Pop it for what?
I pop a thousand pills
Now i wanna die for what?
I got these bitches on my line
Now they calling for what?
I never seen the sun
Now we gon stack for what?
Ay
10 bands
Where my niggas gon rob you
Hit you with the .45
Now my niggas done shot you
Ridin' round in the back of a cadillac
Ski mask, windows tinted
Now gon pull up all black, ay
6-4 with my niggas, ay
2-4 with my niggas, ay
Triple 7 with my niggas, ay
8-5, with my niggas, ay
Now we gon pop a perc
Get off the dose
And try to make this shit
Make it work
I never tried to see my goal
But this life, it hurts
I never wanted my soul
So this life, it hurts
Ay
This is a chopstick, you could get hit
Tryna fuck with these niggas
Tryna get up off my dick
I never tried to see the sun riding in the whip
Now these bitches hit my phone asking for some dick
Ay
This is a chopstick, you could get hit
Tryna fuck with these niggas
Tryna get up off my dick
I never tried to see the sun riding in the whip
Now these bitches hit my phone asking for some dick
Ay, ay, ay
Tryna fuck with these niggas
Tryna get up off my dick
I never tried to see the sun riding in the whip
Now these bitches hit my phone asking for some dick
Ay
This is a chopstick, you could get hit
Tryna fuck with these niggas
Tryna get up off my dick
I never tried to see the sun riding in the whip
Now these bitches hit my phone asking for some dick
Ay, ay, ay
Chopstick, mopstick
Pop it for what?
I pop a thousand pills
Now i wanna die for what?
I got these bitches on my line
Now they calling for what?
I never seen the sun
Now we gon stack for what?
Ay
10 bands
Where my niggas gon rob you
Hit you with the .45
Now my niggas done shot you
Ridin' round in the back of a cadillac
Ski mask, windows tinted
Now gon pull up all black, ay
6-4 with my niggas, ay
2-4 with my niggas, ay
Triple 7 with my niggas, ay
8-5, with my niggas, ay
Now we gon pop a perc
Get off the dose
And try to make this shit
Make it work
I never tried to see my goal
But this life, it hurts
I never wanted my soul
So this life, it hurts
Ay
This is a chopstick, you could get hit
Tryna fuck with these niggas
Tryna get up off my dick
I never tried to see the sun riding in the whip
Now these bitches hit my phone asking for some dick
Ay
This is a chopstick, you could get hit
Tryna fuck with these niggas
Tryna get up off my dick
I never tried to see the sun riding in the whip
Now these bitches hit my phone asking for some dick
Ay, ay, ay
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Writer(s): Sace Beretta
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