[Lyrics] YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chopstick (Ft Ten) Lyrics

Lyrics
Bro ridin’ ’round wit’ a stolen stick
And, you already know that he make it hit
And, you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue lighted me, I ain’t stoppin’ for ’em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for ’em
I say, “Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly”
And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin’ so deep
I’ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell ’em sit
We run wit’ bumbaclot’s for real, I’m gon’ make ’em bleed
We bendin’, when we late, most my cars they got exhaust
Ride ’round in stolen cars, catch one, knock ’em off
Marley, mommy, I’m not tryna be violent
It’s not safe on my island, you ain’t wit’ that, you dying
See lil bro’nem be wylin’, they send shots through his body
No, she not scared and she like me, I wan’ fuck wit’ her body
Alright, I’m a blood, idol
Know we leave shit dead, that my blood body
Bro ridin’ ’round wit’ a stolen stick
And, you already know that he make it hit
And, you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue lighted me, I ain’t stoppin’ for ’em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for ’em
I say, “Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly”
And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin’ so deep
I’ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell ’em sit
We run wit’ bumbaclot’s for real, I’m gon’ make ’em bleed
I got by “Ten”, I be takin’ the hits
Bro out of town, still sendin’ the blitz
He want ’em dead? he gone by six
I go by “Lil’ Ben”, I’m real as it get
I go by “Lil’ Ben”, I’m real as it get
Straight up out of that North, I be steppin’ on shit
We up in the court, while you writin’ a diss
He signed for two-hundred, spent that on my bitch
Another two-fifty, it’s just for the clique
We takin his soul, made his brother carry him
We wiped his nose, he clean but slimer than a bitch
The city know, he shoot it up and leave ’em dead behind his bro
Bitch ass nigga
Scary ass nigga, wanna be a gravedigger
My brother Lil Top, our nuts way bigger
Straight out the gutter, just me and my niggas
We go to a party, we packin’ a pistol
Had it cocked back ever since I was little
Spittin’ at the back, ain’t blowin’ no whistle
Put you on the list, they comin’ to get you
Oh, they steppin’ with Ten, them niggas official (yeah)
Bro ridin’ ’round wit’ a stolen stick
And, you already know that he make it hit
And, you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue lighted me, I ain’t stoppin’ for ’em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for ’em
I say, “Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly”
And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin’ so deep
I’ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell ’em sit
We run wit’ bumbaclot’s for real, I’m gon’ make ’em bleed