Chopstick (feat. Ten)

(Simo Fre just killed this)
(D-Roc)
Huh

Bro ridin' 'round wit' a stolen stick
And you already know that he make it hit
And you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue-lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'em
I say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"
And I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deep
I'ma shotter, my girl, come here, tell 'em, "See"
We run wit' bombaclats for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleed

We bendin', when we late, most my cars they got exhausts
Ride 'round in them stolen cars, catch one, knock 'em off
Marley, mommy, I'm not tryna be violent
It's not safe on my island, you ain't wit' that, you dyin'
See lil' bro'nem be wildin', they send shots through his body
No, she not scared and she like me, I wan' fuck wit' her body
Alright, I'm a Blood, idol
Know we leave shit dead, that my blood body

Bro ridin' 'round wit' a stolen stick
And you already know that he make it hit
And you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue-lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'em
I say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"
And I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deep
I'ma shotter, my girl, come here, tell 'em, "See"
We run wit' bombaclats for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleed

I go by "Ten," I be takin' the hits
Bro out of town, still sendin' the blitz
He want 'em dead? he gone by six
I go by "Lil' Ben," I'm real as it gets
I go by "Lil' Ben," I'm real as it get
Straight up out of that North, I be steppin' on shit
We up in the car, while you writin' a diss
He signed for two hundred, spent that on my bitch

Another two-fifty, that just for the clique
We takin his soul, made his brother carry him
We wiped his nose, he clean, but slimer than a bitch
The city know, he shoot it up and leave 'em dead behind his bro
Bitch-ass nigga

Scary-ass nigga, wanna be a gravedigger
My brother Lil Top, our nuts way bigger
Straight out the gutter, just me and my niggas
We go to a party, we packin' a pistol
Had it cocked back ever since I was little
Spittin' at the back, ain't blowin' no whistle
Put you on the list, they comin' to get you
Oh, they steppin' with Ten, them niggas official (yeah)

Bro ridin' 'round wit' a stolen stick
And you already know that he make it hit
And you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue-lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'em
I say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"
And I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deep
I'ma shotter, my girl, come here, tell 'em, "See"
We run wit' bombaclats for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleed