Lyrics CHOPSTICKS FREESTYLE - KIL

CHOPSTICKS FREESTYLE

My wood in her hands like chopsticks
My wood in her mouth, chopsticks
Pick up the dope, chopsticks
I’m dripping like broken faucet
They stay switching up like plot twists
Ten toes down till I’m laying in my coffin
Smoke dope, then I float;
Mary Poppins
It’s a round of applause when I walk in
In her mouth like rumors and gossip
Have a conversation, KIL be the topic
We in bed, I don’t know where her top is
Netflix-Chill to an episode of Office
I don’t got time for no conflict, wanna play games
Then I’m finna press pause, bitch
I’m in her mouth like a swab test
Smoke big dope, thn it come back positive
I’m dripping too hard need my faucet fixd
I smoke an L, still get lots of wins
I don’t take L’s, I take compliments
Sorry bitch, I cannot talk, phone on 5 percent
Shut the fuck up, you too talkative
Please step away like you HIV positive
They think that KIL too provocative
Just fucked your bitch in my slides or my moccasins
When she be leaving, she wobbling
I’m making guap and you begging for pocket lint
She looking my name up on Google, then look up at my dick like Washington
Monument
I do not know what her problem is
She want an issue then, we can get started then
She mad as a bitch then we arguing
She tell me go to H-E double hockey sticks
My wood in her hands like chopsticks
My wood in her mouth, chopsticks
Pick up the dope, chopsticks
I’m dripping like broken faucet
Split him in the middle like chopsticks
Hear «click click» like he watch the clocks tick
Put him on the news tell him «watch this!»
We slide right through, like Glock clips
Married to the guap so we locked lips
I heard she got a deep throat, Loch Ness
Monster, you a bitch, you your mom’s
Kid
I keep on buzzing like a wasp nest
I’m sick of these bitches like «achoo!»
«Bless you»
Diamond bezel on my middle
Finger so I’m putting up both saying «F U»
Parents still home so we fucking in the guest room
She on all 4 legs, get up on her like a step stool
You a simp, you be doing eerything that she says to
You see me in the cut like a blade in a flesh-wound
You was standing for the pledge, I was napping in the classroom
My wood in her hands like chopsticks
My wood in her mouth, chopsticks
Pick up the dope, chopsticks
I’m dripping like broken faucet
They stay switching up like plot twists
Ten toes down till I’m laying in my coffin
Smoke dope, then I float;
Mary Poppins
It’s a round of applause when I walk in