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Jace Iayze - Chopsticks Pt 2 Lyrics

[Intro: Jace!]
Ayy, bitch, gang
Ayy, gang, ayy
Go, grr-rr
Go, go, go, go, go, go

[Chorus: Jace!]
Young nigga, I'm flexin' and I'm still gettin' this money
We gon' hop out [?], up them lighters, let him hold a hunnid
He don't like that, get yo' pipe back
Could get yo' life back
[?], case is guaranteed that he gon' fight that

[Verse 1: Jace!]
Where yo' bag at? Where yo' strap at? Nigga, Baghdad
We ain't bumpin' yo' mixtape, you should've scrapped that
Okay, okay, nigga, it's just me and Jay
Bitch, we go way back
.44 Bulldog's, shit like a 'Pit, it make him stay back
Pop out with that Gen, we let it hit, then we get in the wind
2 Glock's, them hoes twins, we let it spark 'em, like a twinny-twin
I know niggas on ten, they get quick money, load up that bin (Gang)
Not from Florida, out in Texas, but we catch him, spin that bin (Bitch, ayy)
She like, who them niggas gettin' all that money?
She let me crack that until her back crack, and then I pass that
Gettin' money since the old days, bitch, I'm pass that
Baby, you know I been okay, why you ask that?
[Chorus: Jace!]
Young nigga, I'm flexin' and I'm still gettin' this money
We gon' hop out [?], up them lighters, let him hold a hunnid
He don't like that, get yo' pipe back
Could get yo' life back
[?], case is guaranteed that he gon' fight that

[Verse 2: jay!]
(Gang, gang)
These niggas thought that I changed
I stayed the same, I still keep rods, bitch
Every time these niggas see us pull up (Skrrt), they know we spark shit (Grrah)
The only thing my choppa say is, "Frrah, frrah"
Ain't gotta talk shit (Gang)
When she see me pull out that bankroll, she was like, "Aw, shit"
Dro-drop-top (Drop-top), I let my jewelry hang (I let my jewelry hang)
Broke niggas shop on PandaBuy, I went to Johnny Dang
She a bad bitch, I'm tryna bag that, god damn, her ass fat
Still got my chopstick, and it's still shootin' like it's Baghdad (Grrah)

[Chorus: Jace!]
Young nigga, I'm flexin' and I'm still gettin' this money
We gon' hop out [?], up them lighters, let him hold a hunnid
He don't like that, get yo' pipe back
Could get yo' life back
[?], case is guaranteed that he gon' fight that
[Verse 3: jay!]
Smokin' cookie blunts out the cookie jar, and we don't match that (Match that)
Don't DM me yo' mixtape, 'cause I'm gon' trash that (Trash that)
Bad bitch, she look like Coi Leray, I'm tryna smash that
Still got my chopstick, and it's still shootin' like it's Baghdad (Grrah)

[Outro: jay!]
Whatchu-whatchu, gang, gang (Ayy, ayy)
Whatchu-whatchu, gang, gang (Ayy, ayy)
Gang, gang, gang