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Yoppa

Roll up in yo` city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)
My nigga roll with me, if it`s beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)
Roll up in a Beamer,then I skrt off wit` a Lamb` (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
I got all these racks, so I`m flexin` `cause I can (`cause I can)
Gucci on my feet, and I`m with my nig`, JD, yeah
Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy
Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh
I blow all that gas, I be sippin` on the lean

Yeah, 30 `round my neck, my jewels water like saline
And my life be movin` fast like I`m in a movie, ayy
We don`t fuck around, so we holding .223
And I`m on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink
I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah
I got 20 shooters, they gon` wet you like saline, yeah
And I`m wit` lil` Fendi, that lil bro, he`s flippin` key, and
My jewels like water and I`m sippin` on codeine, yeah

Roll up in yo` city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)
My nigga roll with me, if it`s beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)
Roll up in a Beamer,
then I skrt off wit` a Lamb` (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
I got all these racks, so I`m flexin` `cause I can (`cause I can)
Gucci on my feet, and I`m with my nig`, JD, yeah
Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy
Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh
I blow all that gas, I be sippin` on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)

We smoke gas like the bag, ain`t no turnin` down (down)
Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin` in yo town (crip)
Players goin` down, ayy, where he stay? I need him now, ayy (rra)
I call up them Feezies,
they gon` smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)
Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that
Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that`s on my mama)
These niggas ain`t killers,
they the one that`s gettin` shot at (shot at)
They snitchin` and I copped that, made me put some top at

Roll up in yo` city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)
My nigga roll with me, if it`s beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)
Roll up in a Beamer,
then I skrt off wit` a Lamb` (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
I got all these racks, so I`m flexin` `cause I can (`cause I can)
Gucci on my feet, and I`m with my nig`, JD, yeah
Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy
Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh
I blow all that gas, I be sippin` on the lean

Date Added: 2019-02-09
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