Mopstick Lyrics – French Montana
Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain’t off yet? He ain’t moving fast enough
Fuckin’ with [?] raw, bitch, 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 bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shove the box
Play with [?], hold and flash this shit up, like a camera
That phone ring, I’m bagging shit 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 shit bad (Woo)
Fresh out the coma, already grinning, like he ain’t having it
Fresh out of prison, already winning, I ain’t catching it
Them fuckboys green, drying in hotels so
Call me [?] 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 Ice Box (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
Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain’t off yet? He ain’t moving fast enough
Fuckin’ with [?] raw, bitch, 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 bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shove the box
Play with [?], hold and flash this shit up, like a camera
That phone ring, I’m bagging shit 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 shit bad
Fresh out the box, streets on lock, that money flowing
Fuckin’ with this lil bitch out of Boynton and she going
I be going hard with no rest, and I ain’t trying too
I be in a fuck nigga chest, like the swine flu
My jaw lock, and chew on my [?]
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 niggas go missing, they think it’s cute
Catch that nigga with dissing, flip his purse, [?] in two
Yeah, glizzy on me, glue
Hanging, hitting out the coupe
I been fucking 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 bitch, long lace, fat ass but no waist
Creep up with the streets [?] like nigga, I’ll light up the whole place
Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain’t off yet? He ain’t moving fast enough
Fuckin’ with [?] raw, bitch, 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 bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shove the box
Play with [?], hold and flash this shit up, like a camera
That phone ring, I’m bagging shit 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 shit bad
