Chopstick Songtext

Before I cross the street, I look both ways
Okay, I don't like these rap niggas, they be fuckin' up my energy
Off the back, I'll get you smacked, nigga, don't like it, tell 'em get with me
Got killers all in Tennessee, fuck blood, you ain't no kin to me
You out here boppin' with the opps and friendin' them, ain't no friendin' me

I see murder, I can't get it out my eyes (Ah, ah)
Bae, I need my meds, I'm out my mind (Ah, ah)
My lil' partner, he get wriggly with that iron (Frrt)
Gunshot, man down, got him signin' off
We keep chopsticks, lo mein (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, we keep chopsticks, keep it on the low, man (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, we keep chopsticks (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah), lo mein (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Yeah, we keep chopsticks (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah), keep it on the low, man (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

I be with the apes just like the Zookeeper
Runnin' shit like Papa Smurf, my pockets lookin' like the blue people
Huh, oh no, can't go outside about no bitch, nigga
Huh, crashin' 'bout a ho, this nigga died behind a dick eater (Ooh)
Chopper toss a nigga ass like Royal Rumble Bet' not fumble, what's the number? I wan' buy 'em by the bundle
On my soul, I'll be the one to push you under
Huh, can't line me with a bitch, I don't even trust my baby mama

I see murder, I can't get it out my eyes (Ah, ah)
Bae, I need my meds, I'm out my mind (Ah, ah)
My lil' partner, he get wriggly with that iron (Frrt)
Gunshot, man down, got him signin' off
We keep chopsticks, lo mein (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, we keep chopsticks, keep it on the low, man (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, we keep chopsticks (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah), lo mein (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Yeah, we keep chopsticks (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah), keep it on the low, man (Uh-uh, uh-uh)