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Mopstick Lyrics by French Montana French Montana , Kodak Black
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Slidin' with that mop stick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't movin' fast enough
Fuckin' with this lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with two sticks like a chopstick
Youngins makin' keys flip like a locksmith
'Bout to curve her, she trippin', that bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slippin', polish up the box
Play with clack, go to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This ain't what you want lil' dawg, this shit bad
Fresh out of the coma, already grinnin' like he ain't have enough
Fresh outta prison, already winnin', I ain't catchin up
Them fuck boys green
Drier than hotel soap
Call me Latrell Sprewell, game in the choke
When you broke and trappin' that ain't easy
That'll have a pastor mask up like Yeezy
Megan Fox came with the machine
Call me Mr. Nice Watch, more jewels than Icebox
Rest in peace to Michael K, I retired from servin'
That's one thing for sure
Fresh out the box already whippin'
Tryna sell dope, fresh out the mosque, already sippin'
He done lost hope
Slidin' with that mop stick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't movin' fast enough
Fuckin' with this lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with two sticks like a chopstick
Youngins makin' keys flip like a locksmith
'Bout to curve her, she trippin', that bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slippin', polish up the box
Play with clack, go to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This ain't what you want lil' dawg, this shit bad
Fresh out the box, streets on lock, that money flowin'
Fuckin' with this lil' bitch out of Boynton and she goin'
I've been goin' hard but no rest and I ain't tryin' to
I be in a fuck nigga chest like the swine flu
My jaw lockin' chewin' my money, I swallow four diamonds
Forget it, I ain't speakin' on business, you got your ho 'round
Still posted by the Chinese store, they think my head gon'
Chopstick fresh out the box, don't get eggrolled
We the type if niggas go missin', we think it's cute
Catch that nigga, we're dissin', flip his personal assistant too
Yeah, glizzy on me, glue
Hangin', hittin' out the coup
I been fuckin' with just a swoop
Slurp the dick up like it's soup
Fresh out the prison, already winnin', I'm at my own pace
Mine just got the best of me, I may hit with the stone face
Pretty bitch, long lace, fat ass, but no waist
Creep up with the street sweeper, like nigga, I clean this whole place
Slidin' with that mop stick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't movin' fast enough
Fuckin' with this lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with two sticks like a chopstick
Youngins makin' keys flip like a locksmith
'Bout to curve her, she trippin', that bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slippin', polish up the box
Play with clack, go to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This ain't what you want lil' dawg, this shit bad
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