Yoppa

Chorus: Lil Mosey Pull 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 bare 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 nigga, 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 Verse 1: Lil Mosey 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 Chorus: Lil Mosey & BlocBoy JB Pull 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 bare 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 nigga, 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 Verse 2: BlocBoy JB We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down down Jane sad, 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 Chorus: Lil Mosey Pull 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 bare 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 nigga, 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