Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ChopStar, artist - Jehry Robinson.
Date of issue: 26.07.2021
Song language: English
ChopStar |
Oh yeah |
They call me a chopstar |
Elite shit |
They call me a chopstar |
Oh, hello |
Who the fuck? |
What the? |
They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar |
Smoother with it, it sound like a pop song |
I might fuck around and make a rock song |
I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster |
They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar |
A little smoother with it, it sound like a pop song |
Yeah, I might fuck around and make a rock song |
I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster |
All I need a little bit of time, and a little bit of trust and a little bit of |
patience |
Put me in the game and I’m running all th bases |
Throw me in the stag and get a standing ovation |
I might start smoking like I’m vaping, call the office, spoke to Satan |
Said these rappers overrated, I’m not 'bout to go get brazen |
Now listen to what I’m saying to these kids |
Bitch I’m amazing with this shit |
Flip it so many different ways it’s ridiculous |
Paper chasing and everyone waiting for me to slip |
I’m doing my fucking dance, so you should get off my dick, shit |
They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar |
Smoother with it, it sound like a pop song |
I might fuck around and make a rock song |
I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster |
They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar |
A little smoother with it, it sound like a pop song |
Yeah, I might fuck around and make a rock song |
I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster |
Fuck a genre, fuck a genre, I don’t need a genre |
I go rasta, I do opera, and there’s nothing you can ever do to stop it |
I’m a monster, what the fuck you try’na do to me man |
I’m so strong to ever sit up in a fucking cubicle man |
I got my people waiting for me, they don’t know who I am |
I’m 'bout to blow up like I’m putting Mentos inside the can |
Of Coca Cola, I don’t know if I’ll be dead by tonight |
So I keep running like I’m dying, try’na live by the light |
I said, uh, FBA is in the building like an elevator |
They just elaborators, straight up fucking fabricators |
Out of they creatives, will never get no collaborations |
Spit these bars, cover up these scars, mental bacitracin |
The aforementioned sentences show you I’m fucking mental |
Y’all salty like Utz’s pretzels, now such and such is defensive |
'Cause such and such is a bitch, I just went online and de-friend him |
It’s only a matter of time and I’m watching the tocking pendulum |
I’m hopping up over fences while choppers circle the premises |
I’m hopping in box and circles and coming out on Stefan |
Catch me in my lawn knee deep in your fucking mom |
I’m waving my magic wand like Harry Potter and Ron |
They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar |
Yeah, smoother with it, it sound like a pop song |
I might fuck around and make a rock song |
I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster |
They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar |
A little smoother with it, it sound like a pop song |
Yeah, I might fuck around and make a rock song |
I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster |
All I need a little bit of time, and a little bit of trust and a little bit of |
patience |
Put me in the game and I’m running all the bases |
Throw me in the stage and get a standing ovation |