CHOPSTICK (feat. Edris Ali)

Pop it, chop this, pulled up with a chop stick
Pop it, lock it, buss up at the opps crib
6 shots, 20 bands, when I hit the opps ribs
Run away, duck and hide, he gon catch a chopstick
Pop it, chop this, pulled up with a chop stick
Pop it, lock it, buss up at the opps crib
6 shots, 20 bands, when I hit the opps ribs
Run away, duck and hide, he gon catch a chopstick

I've been making racks, I've been pop, pop, pop, pop, popping bands
Always got that strap, we might pull up, pop, pop, pop your mans
20 for a verse, so I go, go, go, go, get the bag
Homie wants a song but I got, got, got, got, got, some plans
Said that I was busy but I really just don't like your shit
Pulled up with a 50 and you know that I was tucking it
Hopped up out the whip, when I saw him I blew off his cap
Hop back in the whip, 30 thousand gotta take this hit
Feeling like it's fortnite, when we roll up we get tactical
Got em popping pills to take a test yeah it was adderall
Your shit is so trash, I swear to god that it is laughable
Make em disappear but man you know this shit ain't magical
Gotta make a banger cause there really ain't another way
I'll be at the top, I swear to god that I'll be there some day
Had to cut him off cause I found out that homie had a play
Pulled up on his boys, we drop the top and let this chopper spray

Pop it, chop this, pulled up with a chop stick
Pop it, lock it, buss up at the opps crib
6 shots, 20 bands, when I hit the opps ribs
Run away, duck and hide, he gon catch a chopstick
Pop it, chop this, pulled up with a chop stick
Pop it, lock it, buss up at the opps crib
6 shots, 20 bands, when I hit the opps ribs
Run away, duck and hide, he gon catch a chopstick

I just took your bitch to get some sushi with a chopstick
Perky in my tummy, got me feeling fucking nauseous
He speak capanese, I don't believe it, i'm agnostic
Feel like mr. clean, I got more drip than leaky faucets
Bitch I'm on my bullshit, you never could compete
On his back, he got a target, I shoot with accuracy
Them boys ain't know that i'm a martian, not from your galaxy
You must be fucked up in your head, thinking you can challenge me boy (aye, aye, aye)
Feel like a viking, I ravage and pillage
Holding that rifle, I'm robbing your village
I'ma get stupid, your ass getting silly
Off of the shits, I'm the king like I'm billy
I pull up with gang and I'm ready to die
I ain't say shit cause I'm pleading the 5
I got that work and I'm mailing it fly
You can tap in, get a piece of the pie
Bitch I keep that draco, pocket rocket and a chopstick
Talking out his neck, his fucking mind, he prolly lost it
They call me alfredo cause I'm dipping in the sauce bitch
My eyes like tomatoes cause I'm higher than the cockpit

Pop it, chop this, pulled up with a chop stick
Pop it, lock it, buss up at the opps crib
6 shots, 20 bands, when I hit the opps ribs
Run away, duck and hide, he gon catch a chopstick
Pop it, chop this, pulled up with a chop stick
Pop it, lock it, buss up at the opps crib
6 shots, 20 bands, when I hit the opps ribs
Run away, duck and hide, he gon catch a chopstick