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Chopstick
77
Hip-Hop
Chopstick was released on March 25, 2026 by Cegular Records/Santa Anna as a part of the album 5 Problems
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Release DateMarch 25, 2026
LabelCegular Records/Santa Anna
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pradabagshawty
Pradabagshawty
Performer
London Golston
London Golston
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
London Golston
London Golston
Lyrics
Darion Galloway
Darion Galloway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cxto
Cxto
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Nah, already knowin' what real and knowin' what's fake
Yuh, I gotta keep this shit bloody, I walk that boy down with a smile on my face
Yuh, chopstick, this bih' got a scope, lil' boy better get out my way
We made a car flip, then call up the bank, then everything gon' be okay
Sound like a martian, yeah, higher than space, you know I get higher than space
They know young Prada the one, this shit in they face, you **** wanna replicate
I'm flippin' shit, origami, we spin out a hunnid, Lil' Yotti gon' shoot through the gate
Why would I come with lil' shawty? The ho ain't een mine, the ho is just some for the gang
Overly bad bitch who throwin' the throat, who I'on want none but her face
Only do bad shit, no regular ho, you fine, you can be my baby
Pullin' up, big body, slatt truck, just picked up the ho in the latest
Ain't wanna fuck till the racks was up, hell nah, you can't be my baby
Pullin' up, wide body, back it up, then hop in a AMG Sedan
Sit on that couch, shit ain't adding up, I smacked and she said I'm the greatest
He on that green shit, buyin' drugs, a tax symbol out for a makin'
How do it feel? I don't need ya love, I cut the ho out like some bacon
Cut the ho off like some bacon, blrrt on the curb we sprayin', huh
GLE Prada escapin', huh
Bad shii dig what I'm sayin', huh
We ain't een fuck, we just layin', huh, I got more guns than Iran, huh
Head up P5 never ran, huh
Sealin' my Glock, this bih tan, huh
Glock with a flrrt, yaan, yaan, huh
I smacked that ho on the floor, huh
Ain't een make it to the bed, huh
Like when she wear her hair red, yeah
Bird brain, think the sped, yeah
Thot brain bitch, I een none, huh
Dickin' this ho from the floor, huh
She on her knees, she ain't prayin', huh
Life is too short to be mad, huh
I would not hold a grudge on you, it's nun' but love
Why would you think I'ma judge on you? Shawty, I don't even judge
Smackin', I'm losing my balance, damn, baby, I think it's the drugs
Told her I think she should check on lil' buddy, just took down the plug
[Chorus]
Nah, already knowin' what real and knowin' what's fake
Yuh, I gotta keep this shit bloody, I walk that boy down with a smile on my face
Yuh, chopstick, this bih' got a scope, lil' boy better get out my way
We made a car flip, then call up the bank, then everything gon' be okay
Sound like a martian, yeah, higher than space, you know I get higher than space
They know young Prada the one, this shit in they face, you **** wanna replicate
I'm flippin' shit, origami, we spin out a hunnid, Lil' Yotti gon' shoot through the gate
Why would I come with lil' shawty? The ho ain't een mine, the ho is just some for the gang
Overly bad bitch who throwin' the throat, who I'on want none but her face
Only do bad shit, no regular ho, you fine, you can be my baby
Pullin' up, big body, slatt truck, just picked up the ho in the latest
Ain't wanna fuck till the racks was up, hell nah, you can't be my baby
Pullin' up, wide body, back it up, then hop in a AMG Sedan
Sit on that couch, shit ain't adding up, I smacked and she said I'm the greatest
He on that green shit, buyin' drugs, a tax symbol out for a makin'
How do it feel? I don't need ya love, I cut the ho out like some bacon
Written by: Darion Galloway, London Golston
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