"Chop Stick" lyrics
J. Stalin & Young Doe Lyrics
Aight, yeah bitch we having motion in the bank account
Feelin' like I did it all, still I ain't made of out
Real niggas stealing style, they try to play it south
Still rock my 501's until they faded out
Slidin' in the foreign, my nigga we took the scenic route
Fuck around droppin' dead body in Lake Timber style
Still coppin' in the drop, yeah I cop a large amount
Put it on the plane now, I'm busy, corners played out
Ballin', livin' the life of crime, made it all work
Wake up and I look in the mirror, feel like it's all worth it
When it's duct tape, perfect, it's a rubber ducky
Your baby daddy ain't the homie, that nigga a flunk
Bitches swinging from my balls like a motherfuckin' monkey
That nigga used to be the man, but now he look like a junkie
Wild bounce, I was stuntin', still star studded
I'm a motherfuckin' gangsta in public, these bitches love it
Dirty dance with no hands, do it for a boss bitch
Nigga run up on me, better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Dirty dance with no hands, do it for a boss bitch
Nigga run up on me, better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
I been a bad boy way before Puff did it, we independent
Bust it down, package it up and send it
Out on the San Francisco Bay, I'm gone fishin'
Ain't fuckin' with the bitch unless the bitch is tryna listen
Bricks, you know we touch 'em, coke game, yeah, I did it
I'ma fuck the baddest bitch soon as I touch down to your city
Got a prostitute, a shooter, and a briefcase with me
I'ma buy the power, then cook it, that's worth the city
I got a brick in my pants, I'm tryna walk up in the living room
Smokin' on the backwood, wrapped up in some chemicals
These niggas iffy and these hoes crazy
My nigga grindin' like it's 1999, it's whatever pan
We forever sprayin' and never apologizin'
Pop a nigga cop like we do a Budweiser
All my niggas on point like they workin' at Kaiser
Stock goin' up like Moderna and Pfizer
Dirty dance with no hands, do it for a boss bitch
Nigga run up on me, better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Dirty dance with no hands, do it for a boss bitch
Nigga run up on me, better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Feelin' like I did it all, still I ain't made of out
Real niggas stealing style, they try to play it south
Still rock my 501's until they faded out
Slidin' in the foreign, my nigga we took the scenic route
Fuck around droppin' dead body in Lake Timber style
Still coppin' in the drop, yeah I cop a large amount
Put it on the plane now, I'm busy, corners played out
Ballin', livin' the life of crime, made it all work
Wake up and I look in the mirror, feel like it's all worth it
When it's duct tape, perfect, it's a rubber ducky
Your baby daddy ain't the homie, that nigga a flunk
Bitches swinging from my balls like a motherfuckin' monkey
That nigga used to be the man, but now he look like a junkie
Wild bounce, I was stuntin', still star studded
I'm a motherfuckin' gangsta in public, these bitches love it
Dirty dance with no hands, do it for a boss bitch
Nigga run up on me, better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Dirty dance with no hands, do it for a boss bitch
Nigga run up on me, better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
I been a bad boy way before Puff did it, we independent
Bust it down, package it up and send it
Out on the San Francisco Bay, I'm gone fishin'
Ain't fuckin' with the bitch unless the bitch is tryna listen
Bricks, you know we touch 'em, coke game, yeah, I did it
I'ma fuck the baddest bitch soon as I touch down to your city
Got a prostitute, a shooter, and a briefcase with me
I'ma buy the power, then cook it, that's worth the city
I got a brick in my pants, I'm tryna walk up in the living room
Smokin' on the backwood, wrapped up in some chemicals
These niggas iffy and these hoes crazy
My nigga grindin' like it's 1999, it's whatever pan
We forever sprayin' and never apologizin'
Pop a nigga cop like we do a Budweiser
All my niggas on point like they workin' at Kaiser
Stock goin' up like Moderna and Pfizer
Dirty dance with no hands, do it for a boss bitch
Nigga run up on me, better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Dirty dance with no hands, do it for a boss bitch
Nigga run up on me, better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
Better have a big chopstick
