Kodak Black - Mopstick lyrics

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Kodak Black - Mopstick lyrics

[Chorus: Kodak Black & French Montana] Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor Catch one of you rap ni**as, shoot you and your manager Why that ni**a ain't off yet? He ain't moving fast enough fu*kin' with a lil' raw, b*tch, she an animal Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick Youngens making keys flip (Keys), like a locksmith Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that b*tch toxic When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shut the box Play with Kodak, hold and flash this sh*t up, like a cameraman That phone ring, I'm bagging sh*t up but I ain't trapping 'em You been at they throat, lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya This ain't what you want, lil' dawg, this sh*t bad (Woo) [Verse 1: French Montana & Kodak Black] Fresh out the coma, already grinning, like he ain't having it Fresh out of prison, already winning, I ain't catching it Them fu*kboys green (Yeah), dryer than hotel soap Call me Lil' Trell, free well, game in the choke (Agh) When you broke and trapping, that ain't easy Better have a pastor, mask up like Yeezy (Woo) Megan Fox, came with the machine (A-bow, bow, bow) Call me Mr. Nice Watch, more jewels than IceBox (Bling) Rest in peace to Michael K, I retired from serving (Agh) That's one thing for sure, fresh out the box Already whipping, tryna sell dope fresh out the mosque Already sipping, yeah, a lost hope [Chorus: Kodak Black & French Montana] Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor Catch one of you rap ni**as, shoot you and your manager Why that ni**a ain't off yet? He ain't moving fast enough fu*kin' with a lil' raw, b*tch, she an animal Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick Youngens making keys flip, like a locksmith Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that b*tch toxic When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shut the box Play with Kodak, hold and flash this sh*t up, like a cameraman That phone ring, I'm bagging sh*t up but I ain't trapping 'em You been at they throat, lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya This ain't what you want, lil' dawg, this sh*t bad [Verse 2: Kodak Black] Fresh out the box, streets on lock, that money flowing fu*kin' with this lil' b*tch out of Boynton and she going I be going hard with no rest, and I ain't trying too I be in a fu*k ni**a chest, like the swine flu My jaw lockin', chew on my money I swallow four diamonds, forget it I ain't speaking on business, you got your whole round Bail posted by the Chinese store They think my head going chopstick Fresh out the box, don't get egg rolled We the type of ni**as go missing, they think it's cute Catch that ni**a with dissing, flip his purse, in sets, in two Yeah, glizzy on me, glue Hanging, hitting out the coupe I been fu*king with Denzel soup Slurp the dick up like it's soup Fresh out of prison, already winning, I'm at my own pace Mine has got the best of me, I hit her with the stone face Pretty b*tch, long lace, fat ass but no waist Creep up with the streets we like ni**a, I'll light up the whole place [Chorus: Kodak Black & French Montana] Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor Catch one of you rap ni**as, shoot you and your manager Why that ni**a ain't off yet? He ain't moving fast enough fu*kin' with a lil' raw, b*tch, she an animal Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick Youngens making keys flip, like a locksmith Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that b*tch toxic When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shut the box Play with Kodak, hold and flash this sh*t up, like a cameraman That phone ring, I'm bagging sh*t up but I ain't trapping 'em You been at they throat, lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya This ain't what you want, lil' dawg, this sh*t bad