[Intro]
Oh, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, aye
YBN, gang, gang, gang
[Chorus]
I got a chopstick, a FN and a draco hold a 100
Got a shooter in the booth with me like he goin' huntin'
She like who them YBN n*ggas, Why they always stuntin'
Where yo bag at? Where yo cash at? Boy you frontin'
Smokin' cookie blunts out the cookie jar and we don't match that
Don't leave me yo mixtape 'cause I'm gon trash that
Bad yellow b*tch she bag it up I tell her bag back
I love my chopstick, that b*tch be shootin' like it's Baghdad
[Verse: 1]
Ouu, oh you want beef with the gang?
You n*ggas lame, I put that on god, b*tch
Everywhere you see us at it's gang, gang, we be on that squad sh*t
The only thing my Choppa say is bang, bang, get me on that aw sh*t
When they see us pull up in them foreigns they be like aw sh*t
Drop top, I let my money rain, all this money comin' in look like a money train
Bad b*tch, and she hella thick, the way she throw it back it drives me insane
[Chorus]
I got a chopstick, a FN and a draco hold a 100
Got a shooter in the booth with me like he goin' huntin'
She like who them YBN n*ggas, Why they always stuntin'
Where yo bag at? Where yo cash at? Boy you frontin'
Smokin' cookie blunts out the cookie jar and we don't match that
Don't leave me yo mixtape 'cause I'm gon trash that
Bad yellow b*tch she bag it up I tell her bag back
I love my chopstick, that b*tch be shootin' like it's Baghdad
[Verse: 2]
Ouu, n*ggas sneak dissin' but they won't pull up they just talk sh*t
Call up Daedae you think he teach kung fu the way he chop sh*t
Ouu, cut off n*ggas 'cause they switched up and got on that opp sh*t
Ouu, YBN, b*tch, gang, gang, gang, come get with the movement
Ouu, backwoods, stuffed like backpacks, daylen my brother if you touch him then you gettin' whacked
n*ggas want features if that sh*t suck then you gettin' taxed
I rock designer don't give a f*ck if that sh*t mismatched
[Chorus]
I got a chopstick, a FN and a draco hold a 100
Got a shooter in the booth with me like he goin' huntin'
She like who them YBN n*ggas, Why they always stuntin'
Where yo bag at? Where yo cash at? Boy you frontin'
Smokin' cookie blunts out the cookie jar and we don't match that
Don't leave me yo mixtape 'cause I'm gon trash that
Bad yellow b*tch she bag it up I tell her bag back
I love my chopstick, that b*tch be shootin' like it's Baghdad