FlamingHot ChopSticc lyrics

Homicide

Hop out the car with a flaming hot chopstick
.556 like fire, fire, fire
Walked down, man down, homicide
Don't do all that talking, shut the f*ck up and slide
Broke can't lead the broke, blind can't lead the blind
Cuz must've told me that sh*t a thousand times
Stick on me, that's for any occasion
She like "Papi I love you, you know you my baby"
.556 put a b*tch on the pavement
I ain't the one that a b*tch finna play with
You ain't gotta lie to me baby, just say it
Let me trap out your house, I'mma pay off the neighbours
My b*tch say she crip, I'm really with ?
I don't want handouts, you can keep all your favours
I jump in my Audi, I turn to a racer
I'm shooting like Miller way back on the Pacers
.556 hit a b*tch with the laser
.556 hit the sh*t out your taper
When I'm on the boot, I don't really like to say much
Mama didn't buy me J's even though she tried to save up
.556 swiss cheese a n*gga face up
You know she a whore, ain't no way you can save her
Hop out the car with a flaming hot chopstick
.556, razorblade get to chop sh*t
I ain't gone lie, fell in love with a jigga
I love how it feel when the boot in my system
My b*tch don't like it, she think I be tripping
I crack the wokesha, a deuce on my kidney
Roxy 15 tan the f*ck out my vision
It's starting to get nasty, I'm still finna sip it
I love when she straight, I don't need you to hit it
I know if it's pure, why you try to remix it
I'm stuck in my Audi, keep backing my feet up
I crack me a dutch and I roll me some weed up
The bubbly meet with a case of amnesia
You told me you love me, so why would you leave me
I pick up my phone and you telling me that you need me
You drop your addy, in the Audi I'm speeding
You act like a ? and you looking for reasons
Don't start saying sh*t when you know you don't mean it
.556 knock off a b*tch frontal
Pap Birdman, I'm the number one stunna
I know these pus*y n*ggas wanna see me under
Can't see me n*gga, like Stevie Wonder
Never been in a band, but a young n*gga drumming
I empty and reload a whole other hundred
Percocets and another line have never stung me
Margiela stepping over snakes like Jumanji
.556s leave a n*gga funky
I'm in the club, you know I snuck my gun in
When I walk in the room all the b*tches be on me
Money rag to the side baby, that's how I'm coming
I got my own mind, you ain't telling me nothing
My glick on me when I walk in the function
Get love in the hood 'cause my bags humongous
For the first to the eighth, this b*tch go bonkers
Baby girl got an ass like she came out a donkey
She keep asking me sips of my water
Scared as the f*ck she might have a convulsion
When your b*tch around me, I ain't keeping her sober
She suck good enough, I'mma buy her clothes
I bend her ass over and stroke with emotion