chopstick ft. Jake Santana Lyrics

(Hello?)

Uh-huh, aye, yo

Someone get him gone, he gon' lose his mind, aye

His bitch gave me dome, yeah, gave me piece of mind, hey

He look at me wrong, get sent to Jehovah, won't be no fight

He ain't gon' blow, he don't need no fye

I'm going up, that's what he don't like

He know he never gon' reach those heights, lil' bitch, I'm a giant, no fee-fo-fi

You don't got bread, ain't no talking to me

I'm bout the smoke like a Grabba, bust at your matta, gang get you gone for the free

I don't think you niggas want it with me

So don't get it started with me

I heard what you do on the low, and that shit is hard to believe

Yeah, you niggas ain't spinning at all

You wasn't a problem to me

Cuz my niggas aimin' a dot at your eyes

They might shoot for the cross on your tee

Yeah, and I got this shit down to a T

Like, how many flows does he have?

Like, how many hoes does he have?

And what about bro in the back? He might give your toe a lil' tag

Yeah, he crying 'cuz I didn't give him a verse, I know that he so fuckin' mad

And my youngin don't know how to act, he want a-

Chopstick, chopstick, chopstick, chopstick

Gang ride 'round with chopsticks and he's been known to pop shit

Talkin' like you ranked, lil nigga, what did you accomplish?

He's still spewing nonsense and I been on that hot shit

How you want a feat without no guap, bitch? Put you on the blocklist

Gang and them still loading up they Glock clips

Chopstick, chopstick, chopstick, chopstick

Feel like Jerry Springer, with this bead, I make your top lift

How the fuck that nigga talking bout he gon slide?

I can't take 'em serious, the same niggas talkin, they patna died

Bitch, I'm perc'd up that Juggernog on me, no quick revive

Double-tap him in his shit and my bitches on Widows Wine

I been rollin' wit my 5 and I bet you we drop a dime

I shot that bitch inside his leg and ain't kill em, I'm way too kind

I ain't fuckin wit no stank ho, my lady already fine

If you tell me no once, bitch, we ain't fucking the second time

In order to fuck on her body, she gotta come back to my side

Lil shawty talkin bout MurdaSheWrote and I'm glad that you feel it, don't fuck up the vibe

I ain't giving her anymore bottles, she yellin and shit, she do this all the time

How is everybody all fucked in the mind?

You give her an inch and she takin a mile

How did you do all the shit that you did for that hoe and somebody gon fuck for a dollar?

Lil shawty only gon fuck wit designer, you never gon see her wit no piece of Prada

Why would I give you the shit that you stay askin for when you prolly gon fuck on my patna?

Gon shoot that bitch in the back of his body, I can guarantee you we makin him holler

Chopstick, chopstick, chopstick, chopstick

Gang ride 'round with chopsticks and he's been known to pop shit

Talkin' like you ranked, lil nigga, what did you accomplish?

He's still spewing nonsense and I been on that hot shit

How you want a feat without no guap, bitch? Put you on the blocklist

Gang and them still loading up they Glock clips

Chopstick, chopstick, chopstick, chopstick

Feel like Jerry Springer, with this bead, I make your top lift