Chopstix! Songtext
von YBN Almighty Jay

Aye, bitch, gang, aye, gang, aye
Go, grrrr, go, go, go, go, go, go
Young nigga, I′m flexin' and I′m still gettin' this money
We gon' hop out strikers, up them lighters, let him hold a hunnid
He don′t like that, get your pipe back or get your life back
Cujo seein′ cases, guarantee that he gon' fight that
Where your bag at? Where your strap at?
Nigga, bag back, we ain′t bumpin' yo mixtape
You shoulda scrapped that
Okay, okay, nigga, it′s just me and Jay
Bitch, we go way back
44 Bulldog shit like a pit, it make him stay back
Pop out with that Gen
We let it hit, then we get in the wind
Two Glocks, them hoe twins
We let it spark em like a tweny twin
I know niggas on 10, they get quick money, load up that bin
Not from Florida out in Texas, but we catch em spend that bend
She like, who them niggas getting all that money?
She let me crack that until her back crack and then I pass that


Getting money since the old days, bitch, I'm passed that
Baby, you know I been okay, why you ask that?
Young nigga, I′m flexin' and I'm still gettin′ this money
We gon′ hop out strikers, up them lighters, let him hold a hunnid
He don't like that, get your pipe back or get your life back
Cujo seein′ cases, guarantee that he gon' fight that
These niggas thought that I changed
I stayed the same, i still keep rods bitch
Every time these niggas see us pull up they know we spark shit
The only thing my choppa say is (fraa, fraa)
I ain′t gotta talk shit
When she seen me pull out that bankroll
She was like, ah shit
Drop top, I let my jewelry hang
Broke niggas shop on Panda Buy
I went to Johnny Dang
She a bad bitch, i'm trying to bag that
Goddamn her ass fat
Still got my chopstick, and It′s still shooting like it's Baghdad
Young nigga, I'm flexin′ and I′m still gettin' this money
We gon′ hop out strikers, up them lighters, let him hold a hunnid
He don't like that, get your pipe back or get your life back
Cujo seein′ cases, guarantee that he gon' fight that
Smokin′ cookie blunts, out the cookie jar
And we don't match that
Don't DM me your mixtape, cause Im gon′ trash that
Bad bitch, she look like Coi Leray, I′m tryna smash that
Still got my chopstick and it's still shooting like it′s Baghdad