ChopStar - Jehry Robinson

Oh yeah

They call me a chopstar

Elite shit

They call me a chopstar

Oh, hello

Who the fuck?

What the?

They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar

Smoother with it, it sound like a pop song

I might fuck around and make a rock song

I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster

They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar

A little smoother with it, it sound like a pop song

Yeah, I might fuck around and make a rock song

I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster

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 th bases

Throw me in the stag 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

Bitch I’m amazing with this shit

Flip it so many different ways it’s ridiculous

Paper chasing and everyone waiting for me to slip

I’m doing my fucking dance, so you should get off my dick, shit

They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar

Smoother with it, it sound like a pop song

I might fuck around and make a rock song

I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster

They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar

A little smoother with it, it sound like a pop song

Yeah, I might fuck around and make a rock song

I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster

Fuck a genre, fuck 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 fuck you try’na do to me man

I’m so strong to ever sit up in a fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking mental

Y’all salty like Utz’s pretzels, now such and such is defensive

'Cause such and such is a bitch, 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 fucking mom

I’m waving my magic wand like Harry Potter and Ron

They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar

Yeah, smoother with it, it sound like a pop song

I might fuck around and make a rock song

I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster

They say I got a knack for this shit, they call me a chopstar

A little smoother with it, it sound like a pop song

Yeah, I might fuck around and make a rock song

I’ma chart on every genre, I’m a monster

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