Chopsticks - Slim Jesus

You ain’t gettin' no money broke boy you a leech

Hundred rounds in the chop empty clips with some ease (graah)

Let me squeeze on the Glock let it blow when I sneeze

You can’t hang with the gang if you callin' police (Fuck 12)

I just spent 10 up in Louis last week (bands)

Designer my bag and my shoe game on fleek (drip)

I used to make bread off of flippin' QPs (flip flip)

Now Balmain my jeans and they full of blue cheese

They wanna play games this is not an arcade

My AR racked up tell his ass to behave

Tennis chains on me they wet like a wave (splash)

Reach for my chain and you diggin' your grave (bitch)

Pour a 4 in the peach now it look like some grape (lean)

What’s that on my belt?

Lil' bitch that’s a snake

Your bitch suck my dick in the middle the day (uh uh uh uh)

Then tell her kick rocks cause I gotta get paid

I want her to bend so I copped a whip (skrrt)

You ain’t drippin' sauce that shit counterfeit

I walked up in Saks and I copped a fit (sauce)

I saw you in there you ain’t coppin' shit (huh?)

Smoking cookie I’m higher than rocket ships (go go)

He want smoke tell him pull up and pop some shit

All around me is shooters with mopsticks

I’ll knock your noodles out with this chopstick

We got them choppers that’s sticks (sticks)

Tweakin' we empty them clips (clips)

I heard he talkin' that shit (who?)

I might just fuck on his bitch (oou)

They tryna' copy the drip (drip)

Too much sauce you might slip (sauce)

I keep a safe at the crib (bank)

Cause I just been countin' blue strips (gang)

We got them choppers that’s sticks (sticks)

Tweakin' we empty them clips (clips)

I heard he talkin' that shit (who?)

I might just fuck on his bitch (oou)

They tryna' copy the drip (drip)

Too much sauce you might slip (sauce)

I keep a safe at the crib (bank)

Cause I just been countin' blue strips (gang)