Letra Mandarin - Yo Gotti & DJ Drama
(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, nigga, 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 nigga, different bracket
Twenty mill' paid in taxes
Tryna get a B, fuck a hundred mill', so I can't be relaxin'
Malibu, Nobu, chauffer, but them chopsticks on me
SoHo been me, CEO, but that street shit in me
Break it down, bag it up
Money counter, add it up
Twenty year run, but I ain't had enough
Them pussy niggas 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 shit saved me
Weed 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, nigga, 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 nigga smiling
Check the bitch 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 shit 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
Niggas 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, nigga, 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 niggas lookin' a lil' sweet and sour over there
Chopsticks
Chopsticks
Don't get mad
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, nigga, 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 nigga, different bracket
Twenty mill' paid in taxes
Tryna get a B, fuck a hundred mill', so I can't be relaxin'
Malibu, Nobu, chauffer, but them chopsticks on me
SoHo been me, CEO, but that street shit in me
Break it down, bag it up
Money counter, add it up
Twenty year run, but I ain't had enough
Them pussy niggas 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 shit saved me
Weed 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, nigga, 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 nigga smiling
Check the bitch 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 shit 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
Niggas 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, nigga, 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 niggas lookin' a lil' sweet and sour over there
Chopsticks
Chopsticks
Don't get mad
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I’m Out
It's been a pleasure, We told you and we showed you, My nigga Gotti, And like that, See, I look at this shit like football, you know what I'm sayin'?, Ayy, this that NFL, nigga (June, you're a genius), Never (We...
POV
Ayy, ayy, what that shit mean when I be seein' like POV on everything, like?, Aw, yeah, like, okay (Gangsta Grizzill), From my point of view, Bitches showin' they ass on that 'Gram ain't that cute, From my point of...
Ha Ha
C, M, Yeah, G, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Gotti, Gangsta Grizzill), Ayy, Every nigga 'round me got a Richard (Richard), Every nigga 'round me still pictured (Pictured), Every nigga 'round me got a foreign (Whippin'), And...
The One
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga), Gotti, you got one, Yeah, yeah, She the one, Yeah, yeah, She the one (Oh yeah), Yeah, look, She the one, I gave my bitch a lil' AmEx and told her to lay back and bought her a...
Pop My Shit
Pop your shit, Who pop that shit better than me?, I been pop, pop, poppin' shit, If it ain't Dram, Dramatic, Let me pop my shit, Then it's a nah, Ain't no replacements, Yeah, let me pop my shit, Niggas flat-out...
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