CHOPSTICK lyrics

[Intro]
83

[Verse 1: HiddenpumpkeN]
Da-Dangle yo' b*tch from a rope
b*tch, I am fresher than soap
Leave a f*ck boy with no hope
I-I serve his momma some dope
325, pop these perc's
For pus*y, what is it worth?
Beat that sh*t right in the dirt
Yo' b*tch gon' f*ck on me, yeah
I am the rarest you seen
[?] skeeze
[?] my jeans
Kill a hypebeast, it's Supreme
You-You n*ggas [?] the dream
My [?], that be my team
I am so fresh and so clean
Li-Like [?]
Lil' b*tch, I pull up [?]
[?] Mac 10 and a drac'
Bullets holes chew off his face
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, b*tch

[Verse 2: 83HADES]
He-He got a shirt and its Off-White, lil' b*tch, I am turnin' it red
This big f*ckin' glizzy connect with his head
Not sippin' on Act, boy, you sip [?] tech
Fee-Feelin' the pressure, the muzzle, his neck
And I put a few yoppa rounds in his chest
My choppa splish-splash, bruh, you gonna get wet
I-I'm dripped out in Gucci, I stay in Versace
I just copped a Louis fit, it will [?]
Bi-b*tch, I got plenty of gas like a nazi
I'm postin', I'm foldin', sell drugs at the lobby
Coolin' with shawty
I let her play with the pole like she Bonnie
Go against the gang, you get hit, you get bodied
Stop playin' around, you get dumped like narcotics
These b*tches, they federal, always be watchin'
[?], I come down with the chopstick
No [?], b*tch, I'm off a benzo
She give me mental, I aim at his temple
You in a riddle
Bi-b*tch, I'll be gentle
Pu-Put him the floor, he get traced like a stencil
One-two-three-four shots hit that pus*y's head
If I'm slidin' down, I eliminate, yuh
Co-Come try the squad, you get hit with the, uh
Ge-Get in my way, I might murk a civilian
b*tch, I'm a villain
I wanna get to the millions
That boy a stupid, he idiot
Red dot, his head, turn him Indian
Everyone talk, they all envious
That boy a vacant, it obvious
And nobody body us
I wanna slaughter the populous
Pistol, my dresser, I got it, Ikea
And she give me brain, shawty give me idea
I just got a beamer, you still whip a Kia
That yop' turn him sleep, it cure his insomnia
I-I'm fully loaded, got nine in my nina
[Verse 3: HiddenpumpkeN]
I-I cannot learn the b*tch, I am the teacher
Feed her my wood 'cause she Eager the Beaver
She pull the lever so I will not keep her
I told her I love her, I need me an ether
It-It's pumpkeN, lil' baby, I might trick or treat her
Aim at your head [?] that vest will protect you
.38, baby, I swear, it's so special
I will not do sh*t, this cash will impress you
I-I got no time for a b*tch in my schedule
I keep the muzzle [?]
I-I cannot trust you
You might just tell and get all of us buckled
I want some [?], they covered truffles
Cartier [?]
Call 83, he gon' pull up and bust you
I came out the sewer with [?]
Old b*tches cryin', now somebody stop 'em
Drive-by in Uber's, we don't do no walkin'
Slide on a f*ck boy, he thought he was ballin'
Choppa's gon' chop a f*ck boy just for talkin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, b*tch

[Outro: 83HADES & HiddenpumpkeN]
He got a shirt and its Off-White, lil' b*tch, I am turnin' it red
This big f*ckin' glizzy connect with his head
Not sippin' on acid, boy, you sip [?] tech
Fee-Feelin' the pressure, the muzzle, his neck
And I put a few yoppa rounds in his chest
My choppa splish-splash, bruh, you gonna get wet
I-I'm dripped out in Gucci, I stay in Versace
I just copped a Louis fit, it will [?]
Bi-b*tch, I got plenty of gas like a nazi
I'm postin', I'm foldin', sell drugs at the lobby
Coolin' with shawty
I let her play with the pole like she Bonnie
Go against the gang, you get hit, you get bodied
Stop playin' around, you get dumped like narcotics
These b*tches, they federal, always be watchin'
[?], I come down with the chopstick
No [?], b*tch, I'm off a benzo
She give me mental, I aim at his temple
You in a riddle
Bi-b*tch, I'll be gentle
Pu-Put him the floor, he get traced like a stencil
I-I cannot learn the b*tch, I am the teacher
Feed her my wood 'cause she Eager the Beaver
She pull the lever so I will not keep her
I told her I love her, I need me an ether
It-It's pumpkeN, lil' baby, I might trick or treat her
Aim at your head [?] that vest will protect you
.38, baby, I swear, it's so special
I will not do sh*t, this cash will impress you
I-I got no time for a b*tch in my schedule
I keep the muzzle [?]
I-I cannot trust you
You might just tell and get all of us buckled
I want some [?], they covered truffles
Cartier [?]
Call 83, he gon' pull up and bust you
I came out the sewer with [?]
Old b*tches cryin', now somebody stop 'em
Drive-by in Uber's, we don't do no walkin'
Slide on a f*ck boy, he thought he was ballin'
Choppa's gon' chop a f*ck boy just for talkin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, b*tch