Lyrics Chopsticks - Chris Travis

Chopsticks

Ay, Ragu got the sauce
Clover, what up
Chris Travis got the sauce
Louis got the sauce

Nigga, I play with them chop, sticks
You can run up and get dropped, quick
I'm high as fuck, fly in the cock, pit
You put in the work, you is not, rich
I see my haters, they so, pissed
These niggas mad, on some old, shit
Fuck 'em, I get 'em all, so, quick
I come by myself, fuck yo' whole, clique

I hop in my legal, this not a rental
They gave up a chance when I seen them pretending
Got , put yo' ass in the blender
He wanted a quarter, you know that we scammed him
Thank God for my blessings, I'm not the system
I gave him a pass, tryna get up, we gonn' get him
I don't give a fuck about you or your members
Got bitches I fucked that I can't even remember
This life what you make it, so I'm steady feeling me
Bitches'll fuck on your boy, why they here?
Can't be in your feelings, go run up a million
My people depend on me, I'm never chilling
You niggas be jealous, and be in they feelings
Just noticed a , tryna play like he friendly
Get hit with it all, nigga, we never stingy
Can't let this one off, for the ones

Nigga, I play with them chop, sticks
You can run up and get dropped, quick
I'm high as fuck, fly in the cock, pit
You put in the work, you is not, rich
I see my haters, they so, pissed
These niggas mad, on some old, shit
Fuck 'em, I get 'em all, so, quick
I come by myself, fuck yo' whole, clique

Ice, water, watch
Been, calling, the shots, nigga
Looking, for, narcs, nigga
'Cause you know they hot, nigga
My hands in my pants, I won't go for this shit
Got bitches in line, tryna love on my shit
No time for no crying, there's more just to get
Go slow with the iron, keep it straight, watch it spit