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