Chopsticks Pt 2 lyrics

[Intro: Jace!]
Ayy, b*tch, gang
Ayy, gang, ayy
Go, grr-rr
Go, go, go, go, go, go

[Chorus: Jace!]
Young n*gga, I'm flexin' and I'm still gettin' this money
We gon' hop out [?], up them lighters, let him hold a hunnid
He don't like that, get yo' pipe back
Could get yo' life back
[?], case is guaranteed that he gon' fight that

[Verse 1: Jace!]
Where yo' bag at? Where yo' strap at? n*gga, Baghdad
We ain't bumpin' yo' mixtape, you should've scrapped that
Okay, okay, n*gga, it's just me and Jay
b*tch, we go way back
.44 Bulldog's, sh*t like a 'Pit, it make him stay back
Pop out with that Gen, we let it hit, then we get in the wind
2 Glock's, them hoes twins, we let it spark 'em, like a twinny-twin
I know n*ggas on ten, they get quick money, load up that bin (Gang)
Not from Florida, out in Texas, but we catch him, spin that bin (b*tch, ayy)
She like, who them n*ggas gettin' all that money?
She let me crack that until her back crack, and then I pass that
Gettin' money since the old days, b*tch, I'm pass that
Baby, you know I been okay, why you ask that?
[Chorus: Jace!]
Young n*gga, I'm flexin' and I'm still gettin' this money
We gon' hop out [?], up them lighters, let him hold a hunnid
He don't like that, get yo' pipe back
Could get yo' life back
[?], case is guaranteed that he gon' fight that

[Verse 2: jay!]
(Gang, gang)
These n*ggas thought that I changed
I stayed the same, I still keep rods, b*tch
Every time these n*ggas see us pull up (Skrrt), they know we spark sh*t (Grrah)
The only thing my choppa say is, "Frrah, frrah"
Ain't gotta talk sh*t (Gang)
When she see me pull out that bankroll, she was like, "Aw, sh*t"
Dro-drop-top (Drop-top), I let my jewelry hang (I let my jewelry hang)
Broke n*ggas shop on PandaBuy, I went to Johnny Dang
She a bad b*tch, I'm tryna bag that, god damn, her ass fat
Still got my chopstick, and it's still shootin' like it's Baghdad (Grrah)

[Chorus: Jace!]
Young n*gga, I'm flexin' and I'm still gettin' this money
We gon' hop out [?], up them lighters, let him hold a hunnid
He don't like that, get yo' pipe back
Could get yo' life back
[?], case is guaranteed that he gon' fight that
[Verse 3: jay!]
Smokin' cookie blunts out the cookie jar, and we don't match that (Match that)
Don't DM me yo' mixtape, 'cause I'm gon' trash that (Trash that)
Bad b*tch, she look like Coi Leray, I'm tryna smash that
Still got my chopstick, and it's still shootin' like it's Baghdad (Grrah)

[Outro: jay!]
Whatchu-whatchu, gang, gang (Ayy, ayy)
Whatchu-whatchu, gang, gang (Ayy, ayy)
Gang, gang, gang