Chopstix II

[Chorus: Taleban Dooda] This a four-nick G-lock, top notch shit This a Russian chopstick (Yeah) 7.62s beatbox shit, uh This a Glock 19 with a thirty dick (Thirty) These bullets explode when it hit (Boom) Mac in my 'Wood, I'm just rollin' the kid I don't like bein' sober and shit (Nah) Nah, nah, we just made his block hot 40 make him hopscotch Bitch, I hang with dropouts (Yeah) All he heard was "Fah-fah" We done brought the cops out Like why them niggas bitches? Like why they don't ever pop out? [Verse 1: Taleban Dooda] He better watch how he move 7.62s knock him out of his shoes (Uh) They know we breakin' the rules We the ones puttin' thе bass in the boom Same tool, bitch, same guns off DOOM Glock 45, this bitch shakin' thе room If he talk tough, then he makin' the news We some handy-ass niggas, we keep us a tool (Gotta have it) One, two, he dissin' my brother, I'm comin' to you If they drop the addy, we followin' through Tryna turn his little brother to a vegetable too Lay down, them bitches better not move Bitch, I ain't playin', I am not in the mood I ain't got sense, I had dropped out of school If anybody move, this on bro, I'ma shoot [Chorus: Taleban Dooda] This a four-nick G-lock, top notch shit This a Russian chopstick (Yeah) 7.62s beatbox shit, uh This a Glock 19 with a thirty dick (Thirty) These bullets explode when it hit (Boom) Mac in my 'Wood, I'm just rollin' the kid I don't like bein' sober and shit (Nah) Nah, nah, we just made his block hot 40 make him hopscotch Bitch, I hang with dropouts (Yeah) All he heard was "Fah-fah" We done brought the cops out Like why them niggas bitches? Like why they don't ever pop out? [Verse 2: Tory Lanez] We talkin' energy I got them hoes that be gone off the Hennessy I got them bitches that's goin' off to Tennessee When I come out that bitch spittin', that yoppa, that choppa go grrt, you'd think that it's ten of me I got the flow and I'm rollin' my bitch and she goin' she know it I got it for 4 I got your bitch and I'm goin', I'm motor boating on the titties, she rowin' for sure This ain't Monopoly, I pass the go and I'm buying the property Ain't a fuck nigga as hot as me I got them bitches on go when they gotta be I got them digits, you know that I'm speaking that money, don't talk that broke-nology We got the Mobb and we Deep, it's like Prodigy You know we got a guy had the .380 with me like it ought to be [Chorus: Taleban Dooda] This a four-nick G-lock, top notch shit This a Russian chopstick (Yeah) 7.62s beatbox shit, uh This a Glock 19 with a thirty dick (Thirty) These bullets explode when it hit (Boom) Mac in my 'Wood, I'm just rollin' the kid I don't like bein' sober and shit (Nah) Nah, nah, we just made his block hot 40 make him hopscotch Bitch, I hang with dropouts (Yeah) All he heard was "Fah-fah" We done brought the cops out Like why them niggas bitches? Like why they don't ever pop out?