Urias - chopstick (feat. Jake Santana) Lyrics

(Hello?)
Uh-huh, aye, yo
Someone get him gone, he gon' lose his mind, aye
His bitch gave me dome, yeah, gave me piece of mind, hey
He look at me wrong, get sent to Jehovah, won't be no fight
He ain't gon' blow, he don't need no fye
I'm going up, that's what he don't like
He know he never gon' reach those heights, lil' bitch, I'm a giant, no fee-fo-fi
You don't got bread, ain't no talking to me
I'm bout the smoke like a Grabba, bust at your matta, gang get you gone for the free
I don't think you niggas want it with me
So don't get it started with me
I heard what you do on the low, and that shit is hard to believe
Yeah, you niggas ain't spinning at all
You wasn't a problem to me
Cuz my niggas aimin' a dot at your eyes
They might shoot for the cross on your tee
Yeah, and I got this shit down to a T
Like, how many flows does he have?
Like, how many hoes does he have?
And what about bro in the back? He might give your toe a lil' tag
Yeah, he crying 'cuz I didn't give him a verse, I know that he so f*ckin' mad
And my youngin don't know how to act, he want a-
Chopstick, chopstick, chopstick, chopstick
Gang ride 'round with chopsticks and he's been known to pop shit
Talkin' like you ranked, lil nigga, what did you accomplish?
He's still spewing nonsense and I been on that hot shit
How you want a feat without no guap, bitch? Put you on the blocklist
Gang and them still loading up they Glock clips
Chopstick, chopstick, chopstick, chopstick
Feel like Jerry Springer, with this bead, I make your top lift
How the f*ck that nigga talking bout he gon slide?
I can't take 'em serious, the same niggas talkin, they patna died
Bitch, I'm perc'd up that Juggernog on me, no quick revive
Double-tap him in his shit and my bitches on Widows Wine
I been rollin' wit my 5 and I bet you we drop a dime
I shot that bitch inside his leg and ain't kill em, I'm way too kind
I ain't f*ckin wit no stank ho, my lady already fine
If you tell me no once, bitch, we ain't f*cking the second time
In order to f*ck on her body, she gotta come back to my side
Lil shawty talkin bout MurdaSheWrote and I'm glad that you feel it, don't f*ck up the vibe
I ain't giving her anymore bottles, she yellin and shit, she do this all the time
How is everybody all f*cked in the mind?
You give her an inch and she takin a mile
How did you do all the shit that you did for that hoe and somebody gon f*ck for a dollar?
Lil shawty only gon f*ck wit designer, you never gon see her wit no piece of Prada
Why would I give you the shit that you stay askin for when you prolly gon f*ck on my patna?
Gon shoot that bitch in the back of his body, I can guarantee you we makin him holler
Chopstick, chopstick, chopstick, chopstick
Gang ride 'round with chopsticks and he's been known to pop shit
Talkin' like you ranked, lil nigga, what did you accomplish?
He's still spewing nonsense and I been on that hot shit
How you want a feat without no guap, bitch? Put you on the blocklist
Gang and them still loading up they Glock clips
Chopstick, chopstick, chopstick, chopstick
Feel like Jerry Springer, with this bead, I make your top lift