Chopsticks
Yeah ight
I said
Ha ha
Yeah I said
Stepped in the party I got glocky on me
If he slide in that Uber ima park his homie
Flashlight on a 2 sev and that bitch a .40
My nigga driving hella crazy I think this bitch stolen
Caught em walking down the street now his ass rolling
We don't give a fuck about the opps cause they never on shit
I can cop a pound and be coo cause I'm not gon smoke it
Goofy nigga tryna cop a bitch he ain't got no motion
I can pass the bag to my nigga he not gon fumble
It's so many sticks got to clapping it's a royal rumble
Like what
Yeah ight
Got the chop in my hand fuck I need a stick
Don't get mad at me I ain't want yo bitch
Niggas can't come around me cause they like to snitch
Why one cuz crash out he couldn't drive the whip
Like what ight
Don't mind how I'm talking I'm just talking shit
Got so many plays we ain't worried we got hella sticks
Fuck the Backwoods the Slapwoods got hella kick
I ain't got no opps cause niggas know how I'm stepping in
Better watch yo mouth this Glock ain't got no cooling kit
Yeah
You need a fan just to cool it down
Back the fuck up I'll really get to tweaking out
We got some shit niggas can't even speak about
You get in that jam and freeze up fuck you talking bout
Fuck all the opps SEEM ain't tryna talk it out
Yeah
Yeah
Fuck all the opps but I can't wait to see em
Hating niggas don't pay em mind they want to be me
Get to busting at everything they think I'm Stevie
Wonder why yo bitch tryna slurp she think I'm a freeze
Hol on we done spent so much how we not dizzy
SEEM in the back blowing pap while I'm busting 50
Had to throw a lil shh back you know I'm litty
Boys get behind don't worry we out in a Jiffy
Get the low then up the score shit really simple
Talked out his mind now the guys aiming for his temple
Bitch you gotta pick sides ain't no in the middle
You will never be team f
FUCK
You would never be team if you don't blow stick
How the fuck he yo big homie and he don't own shit
After I get my nut you gotta go bitch
Yes I rock with a movie this a long clip
What SEEM said won't fumble the bag concealed
Got popped same night he dropped how did that shit feel
All games on the net well this hot shit real
All I gotta do is give bro look he know the deal
Clutching bad these hot boys tryna drop something
If you see me and ain't on that you not fonking
I ain't even gotta throw hands to box something
How you see us 5 deep and think we not jumping
How?
I said
Ha ha
Yeah I said
Stepped in the party I got glocky on me
If he slide in that Uber ima park his homie
Flashlight on a 2 sev and that bitch a .40
My nigga driving hella crazy I think this bitch stolen
Caught em walking down the street now his ass rolling
We don't give a fuck about the opps cause they never on shit
I can cop a pound and be coo cause I'm not gon smoke it
Goofy nigga tryna cop a bitch he ain't got no motion
I can pass the bag to my nigga he not gon fumble
It's so many sticks got to clapping it's a royal rumble
Like what
Yeah ight
Got the chop in my hand fuck I need a stick
Don't get mad at me I ain't want yo bitch
Niggas can't come around me cause they like to snitch
Why one cuz crash out he couldn't drive the whip
Like what ight
Don't mind how I'm talking I'm just talking shit
Got so many plays we ain't worried we got hella sticks
Fuck the Backwoods the Slapwoods got hella kick
I ain't got no opps cause niggas know how I'm stepping in
Better watch yo mouth this Glock ain't got no cooling kit
Yeah
You need a fan just to cool it down
Back the fuck up I'll really get to tweaking out
We got some shit niggas can't even speak about
You get in that jam and freeze up fuck you talking bout
Fuck all the opps SEEM ain't tryna talk it out
Yeah
Yeah
Fuck all the opps but I can't wait to see em
Hating niggas don't pay em mind they want to be me
Get to busting at everything they think I'm Stevie
Wonder why yo bitch tryna slurp she think I'm a freeze
Hol on we done spent so much how we not dizzy
SEEM in the back blowing pap while I'm busting 50
Had to throw a lil shh back you know I'm litty
Boys get behind don't worry we out in a Jiffy
Get the low then up the score shit really simple
Talked out his mind now the guys aiming for his temple
Bitch you gotta pick sides ain't no in the middle
You will never be team f
FUCK
You would never be team if you don't blow stick
How the fuck he yo big homie and he don't own shit
After I get my nut you gotta go bitch
Yes I rock with a movie this a long clip
What SEEM said won't fumble the bag concealed
Got popped same night he dropped how did that shit feel
All games on the net well this hot shit real
All I gotta do is give bro look he know the deal
Clutching bad these hot boys tryna drop something
If you see me and ain't on that you not fonking
I ain't even gotta throw hands to box something
How you see us 5 deep and think we not jumping
How?
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