CHOPSTiCKS! (feat. wowz, Campocalyspe & Trashi)

(Yeah,) (Ya Ya) (We got chopsticks... they gon blow) Chopsticks, we got chopsticks they gon blow And yo bitch she all on top of me, yeah she give throat Why the f*ck yo bitch keep calling me she hit my phone Blood up on your face, hit you in your nose That choppa got a blade, and the choppa got a scope That choppa got some range it could hit you from up close You could pour me up some drank, you could pour me up a four They can't speak my language, they just copy flows (Ya, Ya) I gotta bad bitch but I think she slow I really love but I think she a hoe She a mixed breed like Latto I touched a milli like my name was Flo (Flo Mili Shit) They said they smoking on me guess these niggas smoking dope How the f*ck yo ass a gangsta but never hopped off that porch And yo bitch be in dm's , yeah she got the good throat And I don't do no social media beef nigga hit my phone. Chopsticks, we got chopsticks they gon blow And yo bitch she all on top of me, yeah she give throat Why the f*ck yo bitch keep calling me she hit my phone Blood up on your face, hit you in your nose That choppa got a blade, and the choppa got a scope That choppa got some range it could hit you from up close You could pour me up some drank, you could pour me up a four They can't speak my language, they just copy flows Huh, yeah Brand new chopstick splitting his wig (Faa!) Nigga kept talking so we had to find him and pop out with SIGs Got a new chop, it make no sound so you hear his blood gurgle when we rip him She want him gone so I gave him 'bout hundred round, hundred round, hundred round clips And in a minute we rolling up spliffs of your man Come in with clips in the shape of Banan' Rock out with a stick but I don't got a band This bitch want the dick but I'm not her only fan They chatting in silence, you think we don't know Got the militia with me at the door Thinking you taking my strap bitch I got two, cause I got unlimited poles Chopsticks, we got chopsticks they gon blow And yo bitch she all on top of me, yeah she give throat Why the f*ck yo bitch keep calling me she hit my phone Blood up on your face, hit you in your nose That choppa got a blade, and the choppa got a scope That choppa got some range it could hit you from up close You could pour me up some drank, you could pour me up a four They can't speak my language, they just copy flows (Ya, ya)