French Montana & Kodak Black – Mopstick Lyrics

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 a lil’ raw, bitch, she an animal

Riding ’round with two sticks (bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick
Youngins making keys flip (keys), like a locksmith
Got a curvy and she tripping (agh) that bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slipping (hey) polish up the box

Play with Kodak, 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 (yeah), dryer than hotel soap
Call me Latrell Sprewell, 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, I done 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 a lil’ raw, bitch, she an animal

Riding ’round with two sticks (bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick
Youngins making keys flip (keys), like a locksmith
Got a curvy and she tripping (agh) that bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slipping (hey) polish up the box

Play with Kodak, 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 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 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 niggas go missing, they think it’s cute
Catch that nigga with dissing, flip his purse, in sets, 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, we like nigga, I’ll clean up his 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 a lil’ raw, bitch, she an animal

Riding ’round with two sticks (bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick
Youngins making keys flip (keys), like a locksmith
Got a curvy and she tripping (agh) that bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slipping (hey) polish up the box

Play with Kodak, 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)