chopsticks - 1900 astro lyrics
[chorus: 1900 astro]
everybody got a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ak forty*seven my stick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick, chopstick
everybody got a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ak forty*seven my stick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick, chopstick
[verse 1: anti da menace]
ridin’ ’round with this chop, i’m ready to cut a n*gga block
k!lled that boy and took his shoes, now i got blood all on my socks
come here, we see some opps in this b*tch and we shuttin’ it down
that’s on my mama, lil’ n*gga
get all this paper and move out of town
we don’t give a f*ck, we gon’ still try to get ’em
how many n*ggas gon’ die? how many gon’ cry?
told you don’t play with da menace
before i let a p*ssy boy put me in the sky judge gotta give me a sentence
come through this b*tch with a draco, leave his whole face swole
n*ggas know anti got pesos
i don’t give a f*ck who you hang with, f*ck who you bang with
all of y’all n*ggas gon’ die soon
i’m ahead and i really just started
huh, i went and bought me a watch
remember times i was tryna take a f*ck n*gga carti’
shoot his head if we think he r*t*rded
huh, i’m in the back of the benz again
i’m tryna run up them dividends
n*ggas already know ’bout lil’ ant
he gon’ get hit then we spinnin’ again
[chorus: 1900 astro]
everybody got a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ak forty*seven my stick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick, chopstick
[verse 2: 1900 astro]
i can shoot this b*tch fast, i don’t need a license
if i ain’t pickin’ up i was probably swipin’
i got big racks on me like i won a stipend
if you see here with me then i’m probably pipin’
if you seen her with me she a dime
so much diamonds can’t even tell the time
and that b*tch let me hit ’cause i’m slime
call the jail cell, they need to free slime
made a stop, had to pick us a purchase
if they owe me i shoot up the church
n*ggas lost it so call in a search
i could pay off my bills with my merch
i’m with anti, i’m actin’ real anti
i got bl!ckies stashed up at the penthouse
i could run this sh*t up off of features
n*gga know that i came from the bleachers
i’ma put this sh*t on, no kizzy
leave the crockpot at the trap, that was busi*ni*ness
n*gga talkin’ brazy, had to spin*in*in
n*gga talkin’ crazy, had to spin*in*in
no, i’m never gon’ stop like suspenders
for my next girl i want kylie jenner
i stay crossed out, i know i’m a sinner
got the bl!ck at the table at dinner
[chorus: 1900 astro]
everybody got a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ak forty*seven my stick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick, chopstick
everybody got a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick
ak forty*seven my stick
ridin’ ’round with a chopstick, chopstick
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