[Intro]
Oh yeah
They call me a chopstar
Elite sh*t
They call me a chopstar
Oh, hello
Who the fu*k? What the?
[Chrous]
They say I got a knack for this sh*t, they call me a chopstar
Smoother with it, it sound like a pop song
I might fu*k around and make a rock song
I'ma chart on every genre, I'm a monster
They say I got a knack for this sh*t, they call me a chopstar
A little smoother with it, it sound like a pop song
Yeah, I might fu*k around and make a rock song
I'ma chart on every genre, I'm a monster
[Verse 1]
All I need a little bit of time, and a little bit of trust and a little bit of patience
Put me in the game and I'm running all thе bases
Throw me in the stagе and get a standing ovation
I might start smoking like I'm vaping, call the office, spoke to Satan
Said these rappers overrated, I'm not 'bout to go get brazen
Now listen to what I'm saying to these kids
b*tch I'm amazing with this sh*t
Flip it so many different ways it's ridiculous
Paper chasing and everyone waiting for me to slip
I'm doing my fu*king dance, so you should get off my dick, sh*t
[Chrous]
They say I got a knack for this sh*t, they call me a chopstar
Smoother with it, it sound like a pop song
I might fu*k around and make a rock song
I'ma chart on every genre, I'm a monster
They say I got a knack for this sh*t, they call me a chopstar
A little smoother with it, it sound like a pop song
Yeah, I might fu*k around and make a rock song
I'ma chart on every genre, I'm a monster
[Verse 2]
fu*k a genre, fu*k a genre, I don't need a genre
I go rasta, I do opera, and there's nothing you can ever do to stop it
I'm a monster, what the fu*k you try'na do to me man
I'm so strong to ever sit up in a fu*king cubicle man
I got my people waiting for me, they don't know who I am
I'm 'bout to blow up like I'm putting Mentos inside the can
Of Coca Cola, I don't know if I'll be dead by tonight
So I keep running like I'm dying, try'na live by the light
I said, uh, FBA is in the building like an elevator
They just elaborators, straight up fu*king fabricators
Out of they creatives, will never get no collaborations
Spit these bars, cover up these scars, mental bacitracin
The aforementioned sentences show you I'm fu*king mental
Y'all salty like Utz's pretzels, now such and such is defensive
'Cause such and such is a b*tch, I just went online and de-friend him
It's only a matter of time and I'm watching the tocking pendulum
I'm hopping up over fences while choppers circle the premises
I'm hopping in box and circles and coming out on Stefan
Catch me in my lawn knee deep in your fu*king mom
I'm waving my magic wand like Harry Potter and Ron
[Chrous]
They say I got a knack for this sh*t, they call me a chopstar
Yeah, smoother with it, it sound like a pop song
I might fu*k around and make a rock song
I'ma chart on every genre, I'm a monster
They say I got a knack for this sh*t, they call me a chopstar
A little smoother with it, it sound like a pop song
Yeah, I might fu*k around and make a rock song
I'ma chart on every genre, I'm a monster
[Outro]
All I need a little bit of time, and a little bit of trust and a little bit of patience
Put me in the game and I'm running all the bases
Throw me in the stage and get a standing ovation