Chopsticks GUN40 (Ft. Warhol.SS)

[Intro: G.U.N.]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Real shit, real talk, real money talk
'Til that money on the line, I don't wanna talk
Ayy, that's like more talk, haha, yeah, uh

[Chorus: G.U.N.]
Cookin' dog food, chopsticks (Chopsticks)
Glock on me, I'm blowin' this bitch (I'm blowin' this bitch)
Fell in love 'cause she suck good dick ('Cause she give good head)
That's your ho and we just made a flick (We just made a flick)
Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, countin' up, this shit so crazy
Countin' up this shit, it's daily, you know we get to this shit daily
We sell cocaine like the 80's, know that cocaine kick like Jet Li
Damn bitch, you just drive me crazy, goddamn, bitch, you talk too much

[Verse 1: G.U.N.]
White squares like the Brady Bunch (The Brady Bunch)
Pussy talkin', know I get you touched (Know I get you touched)
Niggas know I'm crazy, bitch, I mash the button (Mash the button)
Niggas sharin' clothes like we ain't grown as fuck (Grown as fuck)
Man, these niggas actin' like they balls just dropped (Pussy)
Pussy boy, you actin' tough, I got somethin' gon' sit you down
.223 that AR, please don't make me, should just settle down
I know this Family Guy ass nigga ain't tryna go pound for pound
I'm fuckin' your fish, giggity giggity
She suckin' my dick, ooh, she filthy
Her nigga called her, know she guilty
I'm runnin' it up, I made like sixty