Lyrics ChopStar - Jehry Robinson

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