Mandarin

(June, you're a genius)

Frrt

(I Showed You So)

(Dj Drama)

Chopstick, Benihana

Main a ten, been a hundred

Psd, lot of trauma

Angel wings, sad mamas

Chopstick, Taliban, woo

Chinese plug, Mandarin

Lie to me once, **, you lost trust, you had a chance

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks

Rose Patek, leather band

'Member my first thousand grams

They was taxin' twenty-four, now I'm payin' Uncle Sam

Street **, different bracket

Twenty mill' paid in taxes

Tryna get a B, ** a hundred mill', so I can't be relaxin'

Malibu, Nobu, chauffer, but them chopsticks on me

Soho been me, CEO, but that street ** in me

Break it down, bag it up

Money counter, add it up

Twenty year run, but I ain't had enough

Them ** **s still mad at us

Yeah, and we don't call 'em AKs, they chopsticks

Home of the triple cross, we call that a plot twist

This rap ** saved me

** plug Asian

Gotti, you ridin' in a Cullinan with a Drac', boy, you crazy

Chopstick, Benihana

Main a ten, been a hundred

Psd, lot of trauma

Angel wings, sad mamas

Chopstick, Taliban, woo

Chinese plug, Mandarin

Lie to me once, **, you lost trust, you had a chance

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks

Eighty-three thousand for the new teeth got a ** smiling

Check the ** car fast 'cause a lot of hoes got mileage

The DEA must've brought a skillet 'cause the judge want to fry me

I put that ** on every day, so RIP my stylist

Mama said that money startin' to odor, boy, it's smellin' (ayy)

And I know I'm walkin' proof you can't make money as a felon (nah)

They selfish

**s I looked up to, now they jealous (what?

)

Chopstick hit your spine and your pelvis (oh, fah, fah, fah)

High school, I was poppin', I would never walk to school

Got the chopstick in my bookbag, I ain't talkin' 'bout no food

Paper in my bookbag too, I'm lookin' for space (Rich Homie)

I'm at that restaurant in Buckhead where they cook it in your face

Chopstick, Benihana

Main a ten, been a hundred

Psd, lot of trauma

Angel wings, sad mamas

Chopstick, Taliban, woo

Chinese plug, Mandarin

Lie to me once, **, you lost trust, you had a chance

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks

In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks (Gangsta Grizzilz)

Chopsticks

(In the hood, they call me Chef Boyardram)

Chopsticks

(You **s lookin' a lil' sweet and sour over there)

(Chopsticks)

(Don't get mad)