ybn almighty jay - chopsticks lyrics
[intro]
oh, gang, gang, gang (gang, gang, gang)
whatchu-whatchu, gang, gang, ayy (gang, gang)
ybn, gang, gang, gang
foreigngotem (foreigngotem)
[chorus]
i got a chopstick, a fn, and the draco hold a 100 (daco hold a 100)
got a shooter in a booth with me like he goin’ huntin’ (like he goin’ huntin’)
she like, who them ybn n-gg-s? why they always stuntin? (why they always stuntin’?)
where yo’ bag at? where yo’ cash at? boy, you frontin’ (uh)
smokin’ cookie blunts out the cookie jar, and we don’t match that (gang, gang)
don’t leave me yo’ mixtape, ’cause i’m gon’ trash that (gang, gang, gang)
bad yellow b-tch, she back it up, i tell herm, bag back (bag back)
i love my chopstick
that b-tch be shootin’, like it’s baghdad (grrah, ooh)
[verse 1]
oh, you want beef with the gang? you n-gg-s lame, i put that on god, b-tch
everywhere you see us at it’s gang, gang we be on that squad sh-t (gang, gang, gang, gang)
the only thing my choppa say is bang, bang it be on that odd sh-t
when they see us pull up in them foreigns (skrrt), they be like, aw sh-t (aw sh-t)
dro-drop-top (dro-drop-top), i let my money rain (i let my money rain)
all this money comin’ in look like a money train (look like a money train, b-tch)
bad b-tch (bad b-tch), and she h-lla thick (and she h-lla thick, yeah)
the way she throw it back, it drive me insane
[chorus]
i got a chopstick, a fn, and the draco hold a 100 (daco hold a 100)
got a shooter in a booth with me like he goin’ huntin’ (like he goin’ huntin’)
she like, who them ybn n-gg-s? why they always stuntin? (why they always stuntin’?)
where yo’ bag at? where yo’ cash at? boy, you frontin’ (uh)
smokin’ cookie blunts out the cookie jar, and we don’t match that (gang, gang)
don’t leave me yo’ mixtape, ’cause i’m gon’ trash that (gang, gang, gang)
bad yellow b-tch, she back it up, i tell herm, bag back (bag back)
i love my chopstick
that b-tch be shootin’, like it’s baghdad (grrah, ooh)
[verse 2]
n-gg-s sneak dissin’ but they won’t pull up
they just talk sh-t (grrah)
call up day-day, you’d think he teach kung fu
the way he chop sh-t (gang, gang, ooh)
cut off n-gg-s ’cause they switched up
and got on that opp sh-t (skrrt, ooh)
ybn, b-tch, gang, gang, gang
come get with the movement (gang, gang, ooh)
ba-backwoods (ba-backwoods)
stuffed like backpacks (stuffed like backpacks)
daylen my brother, if you touch him
then you gettin’ whacked (grrah, grrah)
n-gg-s want features, if that sh-t suck
then you gettin’ taxed (on sight)
i rock designer don’t give a f-ck
if that sh-t mismatched (gang, gang)
[chorus]
i got a chopstick, a fn, and the draco hold a 100 (daco hold a 100)
got a shooter in a booth with me like he goin’ huntin’ (like he goin’ huntin’)
she like, who them ybn n-gg-s? why they always stuntin? (why they always stuntin’?)
where yo’ bag at? where yo’ cash at? boy, you frontin’ (uh)
smokin’ cookie blunts out the cookie jar, and we don’t match that (gang, gang)
don’t leave me yo’ mixtape, ’cause i’m gon’ trash that (gang, gang, gang)
bad yellow b-tch, she back it up, i tell herm, bag back (bag back)
i love my chopstick
that b-tch be shootin’, like it’s baghdad (grrah)
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