Mopstick French Montana & Kodak Black

[Chorus: Kodak Black & 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? You ain't moving fast enough
Fuckin' with this lil' raw bitch, 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 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 throats, lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This ain't what you want, lil' dawg, this shit 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 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