MOP

[Chorus: yvngxchris]
Slide on a opp
Two hands on the stick, bitch, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these niggas be talking, your bitch finna send me the drop, uh
And I'm finna do that lil' boy like a chef, I'm finna slide with the chop' (Mathias)
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk shit
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I'm selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your goddamn music, I swear to God it was dogshit
And I got your bitch in my mo'fucking crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk shit (Mathias)

[Verse 1: yvngxchris]
Got her in the telly, uh-huh
Okay, your bitch is my side and she wanna ride, put it in her belly, uh-huh
Goddamn, I'm killing my bros and nobody knows, I feel like I'm Melly, uh-huh
Oh, shit, I took that bitch to the goddamn crib, that ho too smelly
I slide in a SRT, that bitch go way too fast, no, this not steady (Mathias)
She shake that ass right in front of yvngxchris, that bitch too fat, that ho like jelly
I mean everyday, I stay with a K in casе a lil' pussy ass nigga wan' test me
And you can test mе, I put bands up on your head, yeah, that's the rest
And what the fuck was I just saying, my nigga? I just gotta— (Mathias)

[Chorus: yvngxchris and FNF Chop]
Slide on a opp
Two hands on the stick, bitch, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these niggas be talking, your bitch finna send me the drop, uh
And I'm finna do that lil' boy like a chef, I'm finna slide with the chop' (Mathias)
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk shit
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I'm selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your goddamn music, I swear to God it was dogshit
And I got your bitch in my mo'fucking crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk shit (Mathias, huh?)

[Verse 2: FNF Chop]
My name be Chop, C-H-O-P
I rob my opps with ARP's
'Hop hit him up and he dead (Huh?)
'Hop hit him up, he R-I-P
I like to swing for fun
You say it's smoke? Better bring a gun (Huh?)
I brought the Draco out, so you better bring a drum (Mathias)
He ain't too fast, I caught him
Choppa make his ass dance like Harlem
Your chains rented, my shits, I bought 'em
Bitch, I'm really in the mix like [?]
You say you stuck in with your lil' niggas, all your ass get slaughtered
Fuck your bitch, I smoke your father (Mathias)
Choppa make a nigga fall like autumn
Said we got .40's, we got carbons, them shits go retarded (Huh?)
Might get caught out in the daytime, still gon' go regardless
If we can't catch you in your crib, we gon' patrol the party
AR clapping, his bro kept sparkin' (Mathias)
Keep on dropping 'til my songs is chartin' (Bitch)

[Chorus: yvngxchris]
Slide on a opp
Two hands on the stick, bitch, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these niggas be talking, your bitch finna send me the drop, uh
And I'm finna do that lil' boy like a chef, I'm finna slide with the chop' (Mathias)
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk shit
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I'm selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your goddamn music, I swear to God it was dogshit
And I got your bitch in my mo'fucking crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk shit (Mathias)