Song Lyrics

Oh, gang, gang, gang (gang, gang, gang)
Whatchu-whatchu, gang, gang, ayy (gang, gang)
YBN, gang, gang, gang
ForeignGotEm

I got a chopstick, a FN, and the Draco hold a 100 (Draco hold a 100)
Got a shooter in a booth with me like he goin' huntin' (like he goin' huntin')
She like, "Who them YBN niggas? Why they always stuntin?" (Why they always stuntin'?)
Where yo' bag at? Where yo' cash at? Boy, you frontin' (uh)
Smokin' cookie blunts out the cookie jar, and we don't match that (gang, gang)
Don't leave me yo' mixtape 'cause I'm gon' trash that (gang, gang, gang)
Bad yellow bitch, she back it up, I tell her, bag back (bag back)
I love my chopstick, that bitch be shootin' like it's Baghdad (grrah, ooh)

Oh, oh you want beef with the gang? You niggas lame, I put that on God, bitch
Everywhere you see us at it's gang, gang, we be on that squad shit
The only thing my choppa say is, "Bang, bang", it be on that odd shit
When they see us pull up in them foreigns (skrrt), they be like, "Aw shit"
Dr-drop top (drop top), I let my money rain (I let my money rain)
All this money comin' in, look like a money train (look like a money train, bitch)
Bad bitch (bad bitch), and she hella thick (and she hella thick, yeah)
The way she throw it back, it drive me insane

I got a chopstick, a FN, and the Draco hold a 100 (Draco hold a 100)
Got a shooter in a booth with me like he goin' huntin' (like he goin' huntin')
She like, "Who them YBN niggas? Why they always stuntin?" (Why they always stuntin'?)
Where yo' bag at? Where yo' cash at? Boy, you frontin' (uh)
Smokin' cookie blunts out the cookie jar, and we don't match that (gang, gang)
Don't leave me yo' mixtape 'cause I'm gon' trash that (gang, gang, gang)
Bad yellow bitch, she back it up, I tell her, bag back (bag back)
I love my chopstick, that bitch be shootin' like it's Baghdad (grrah, ooh)

Oh, niggas sneak dissin' but they won't pull up, they just talk shit (grrah)
Call up Day-Day, you'd think he teach kung fu, the way he chop shit (gang, gang, ooh)
Ooh, cut off niggas 'cause they switched up, and got on that opp shit (skrrt, ooh)
Ooh, YBN, bitch, gang, gang, gang, come get with the movement (gang, gang, ooh)
Ooh, Ba-Backwoods (Ba-Backwoods), stuffed like backpacks (stuffed like backpacks)
Daylen my brother, if you touch him, then you gettin' whacked (grrah, grrah)
Niggas want features, if that shit suck, then you gettin' taxed (on sight)
I rock designer don't give a f*ck if that shit mismatched (gang, gang)

I got a chopstick, a FN, and the Draco hold a 100 (Draco hold a 100)
Got a shooter in a booth with me like he goin' huntin' (like he goin' huntin')
She like, "Who them YBN niggas? Why they always stuntin?" (Why they always stuntin'?)
Where yo' bag at? Where yo' cash at? Boy, you frontin' (uh)
Smokin' cookie blunts out the cookie jar, and we don't match that (gang, gang)
Don't leave me yo' mixtape 'cause I'm gon' trash that (gang, gang, gang)
Bad yellow bitch, she back it up, I tell her, bag back (bag back)
I love my chopstick, that bitch be shootin' like it's Baghdad (grrah, ooh)

Jay Bradley

The duration of Chopsticks is 2:20 minutes and seconds.