"Mopstick" lyrics
French Montana & Kodak Black Lyrics
Slide with the mop stick like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that niggas ain't off yet? He ain't movin' fast enough
Fuckin' with niggas, lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with two sticks like a chopstick
Youngins makin' keys flip like a locksmith
'Bout to curve her, she trippin', that bitch toxic
Where we catch the boys slippin', polish up the box
Play with clack, go to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dog, I ain't mad at ya
This ain't what you want lil' dog, this shit bad for ya
Fresh out of the coma, already grinnin' like he ain't have enough
Fresh outta prison, already winnin', I ain't catchin up
Them fuck boys green
Drier than hotel soap
Call me Latrell Sprewell, game in the choke
When you broke and trappin' that ain't easy
Gotta have a pastor, mask up like Yeezy (Woo)
Megan Fox came with the machine
Call me Mr. Nice Watch, more jewels than ice box
Rest in peace to Michael K, I retired from servin'
That's one thing for sure
Fresh out the box already whippin'
Tryna sell dope fresh out the Mosque already sippin'
He done lost hope
Slide with the mop stick like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that niggas ain't off yet? He ain't movin' fast enough
Fuckin' with niggas, lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round two sticks like a chopstick
Youngins makin' keys flip like a locksmith
'Bout to curve her, she trippin', that bitch toxic
Where we catch the boys slippin', polish up the box
Play with clack, go to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dog, I ain't mad at ya
This ain't what you want lil' dog, this shit bad for ya
Fresh out the box, streets on lock, that money flowin'
Fuckin' with their lil bitch got a blunt and she goin
I've been goin hard with no rest and I ain't tryin to
I be in a fuck nigga chest like the swine flu
My jaw lockin' chewin' my money, I swallow four 9's
Forget it, I ain't speakin' on business, you've got your ho 'round
Still postin' by the Chinese store, they think my head gon'
Chopstick fresh out the box, don't get eggrolled
We the type if niggas to go missin', we think it's cute
Catch that nigga, we're dissin', flip this person a citizen too
Yeah, glizzin' on me glue
Hangin' hittin' out the coup
I been fuckin' just a swoop
Slurp that dick up like it's soup
Fresh out the prison, already winnin', I'm at my own pace
Might just got the best of me, I hit 'em with the stone face
Pretty bitch, long lace, fat ass but no waist
Creep up with the street sweeper, like nigga, I clean this whole place
Slide with the mop stick like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that niggas ain't off yet? He ain't movin' fast enough
Fuckin' with niggas, lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with two sticks like a chopstick
Youngins makin' keys flip like a locksmith
'Bout to curve her, she trippin', that bitch toxic
Where we catch the boys slippin', polish up the box
Play with clack, go to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dog, I ain't mad at ya
This ain't what you want lil' dog, this shit bad for ya
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that niggas ain't off yet? He ain't movin' fast enough
Fuckin' with niggas, lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with two sticks like a chopstick
Youngins makin' keys flip like a locksmith
'Bout to curve her, she trippin', that bitch toxic
Where we catch the boys slippin', polish up the box
Play with clack, go to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dog, I ain't mad at ya
This ain't what you want lil' dog, this shit bad for ya
Fresh out of the coma, already grinnin' like he ain't have enough
Fresh outta prison, already winnin', I ain't catchin up
Them fuck boys green
Drier than hotel soap
Call me Latrell Sprewell, game in the choke
When you broke and trappin' that ain't easy
Gotta have a pastor, mask up like Yeezy (Woo)
Megan Fox came with the machine
Call me Mr. Nice Watch, more jewels than ice box
Rest in peace to Michael K, I retired from servin'
That's one thing for sure
Fresh out the box already whippin'
Tryna sell dope fresh out the Mosque already sippin'
He done lost hope
Slide with the mop stick like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that niggas ain't off yet? He ain't movin' fast enough
Fuckin' with niggas, lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round two sticks like a chopstick
Youngins makin' keys flip like a locksmith
'Bout to curve her, she trippin', that bitch toxic
Where we catch the boys slippin', polish up the box
Play with clack, go to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dog, I ain't mad at ya
This ain't what you want lil' dog, this shit bad for ya
Fresh out the box, streets on lock, that money flowin'
Fuckin' with their lil bitch got a blunt and she goin
I've been goin hard with no rest and I ain't tryin to
I be in a fuck nigga chest like the swine flu
My jaw lockin' chewin' my money, I swallow four 9's
Forget it, I ain't speakin' on business, you've got your ho 'round
Still postin' by the Chinese store, they think my head gon'
Chopstick fresh out the box, don't get eggrolled
We the type if niggas to go missin', we think it's cute
Catch that nigga, we're dissin', flip this person a citizen too
Yeah, glizzin' on me glue
Hangin' hittin' out the coup
I been fuckin' just a swoop
Slurp that dick up like it's soup
Fresh out the prison, already winnin', I'm at my own pace
Might just got the best of me, I hit 'em with the stone face
Pretty bitch, long lace, fat ass but no waist
Creep up with the street sweeper, like nigga, I clean this whole place
Slide with the mop stick like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that niggas ain't off yet? He ain't movin' fast enough
Fuckin' with niggas, lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with two sticks like a chopstick
Youngins makin' keys flip like a locksmith
'Bout to curve her, she trippin', that bitch toxic
Where we catch the boys slippin', polish up the box
Play with clack, go to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dog, I ain't mad at ya
This ain't what you want lil' dog, this shit bad for ya
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Michael Samuels, Bill Kapri
