Chopsticks lyrics

[Chorus: 1900 Astro]
Everybody got a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
AK forty-seven my stick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick, chopstick
Everybody got a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
AK forty-seven my stick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick, chopstick

[Verse 1: Anti da Menace]
Ridin' 'round with this chop, I'm ready to cut a n*gga block
Killed that boy and took his shoes, now I got blood all on my socks
Come here, we see some opps in this b*tch and we shuttin' it down
That's on my mama, lil' n*gga
Get all this paper and move out of town
We don't give a f*ck, we gon' still try to get 'em
How many n*ggas gon' die? How many gon' cry?
Told you don't play with Da Menace
Before I let a pus*y boy put me in the sky judge gotta give me a sentence
Come through this b*tch with a Draco, leave his whole face swole
n*ggas know Anti got pesos
I don't give a f*ck who you hang with, f*ck who you bang with
All of y'all n*ggas gon' die soon
I'm ahead and I really just started
Huh, I went and bought me a watch
Remember times I was tryna take a f*ck n*gga Carti'
Shoot his head if we think he retarded
Huh, I'm in the back of the Benz again
I'm tryna run up them dividends
n*ggas already know 'bout lil' Ant
He gon' get hit then we spinnin' again
[Chorus: 1900 Astro]
Everybody got a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
AK forty-seven my stick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick, chopstick

[Verse 2: 1900 Astro]
I can shoot this b*tch fast, I don't need a license
If I ain't pickin' up I was probably swipin'
I got big racks on me like I won a stipend
If you see here with me then I'm probably pipin'
If you seen her with me she a dime
So much diamonds can't even tell the time
And that b*tch let me hit 'cause I'm slime
Call the jail cell, they need to free Slime
Made a stop, had to pick us a purchase
If they owe me I shoot up the church
n*ggas lost it so call in a search
I could pay off my bills with my merch
I'm with Anti, I'm actin' real anti
I got blickies stashed up at the penthouse
I could run this sh*t up off of features
n*gga know that I came from the bleachers
I'ma put this sh*t on, no kizzy
Leave the Crockpot at the trap, that was busi-ni-ness
n*gga talkin' brazy, had to spin-in-in
n*gga talkin' crazy, had to spin-in-in
No, I'm never gon' stop like suspenders
For my next girl I want Kylie Jenner
I stay crossed out, I know I'm a sinner
Got the blick at the table at dinner
[Chorus: 1900 Astro]
Everybody got a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
AK forty-seven my stick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick, chopstick
Everybody got a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick
AK forty-seven my stick
Ridin' 'round with a chopstick, chopstick