Hopscotch

Alright, we got another beautiful day here in sunny Los Angeles, California
Let's take a look at our seven day forecast
We're seeing lots of sunshine all week long
Temperature's in the mid to upper 70s
And don't forget, it's Taco Tuesdays
We got blow, hoes, and indo

Hey, when I'm lonely (When I'm lonely)
I always go up
Top dropped, feel like Otis (Top dropped, feel like Otis)
I always pull up
Two-time, never on me (Two-time, never on me)
Assume the shit is nice
I love when you notice (I love when you notice)
You I know I go nuts

Dip-dip like a donut (Dip-dip like a donut)
I'm hard to locate
Lipstick on the soda (Lipstick on the soda)
Gon' pour it on your face
Move bitch, bitch, I'm Luda
Assume the shit is nice
Cash, cash I got too much (I got too much)
Hold some just in case

Hopscotch, block's hot, pop rocks, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop-bop, bop, drop top
'Cause I own it
Block's hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop-bop, bop, drop top
'Cause I own it

Hey, when I'm lonely (When I'm lonely)
I hit my main bitch
Two shots better pour it (Pour it up)
We really off the shits
L.A. like I'm Bronny (Bronny)
Been ballin' kinda nice
Loose change that's a throwaway
That's really real rich

Hopscotch, block's hot, pop rocks, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop-bop, bop, drop top
'Cause I own it
Block's hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop-bop, bop, drop top
'Cause I own it

Mm-mm, this year I done made a lot
Got so many cars, I'ma need a lot
I been goin' in, don't know when to stop
I been goin' in, don't know when to stop
These hoes wanna be like me (Like me, like me, ayy)
These hoes wanna be like me (Like me, like me)

Ta-da-da
I didn't lease the coupe, I paid in full for this here car (Ayy)
Beverly and Fairfax if you're down to mob (Ayy)
Hittin' Jon & Vinny's, want fusilli spicy sauce
Paparazzi on me 'cause they know that I'm a star
Got these titties sittin' extra pretty in that bra (Ayy)
'Nashe steady grindin', I ain't ever fallin' off (Ayy)
Switch on me you never gonna get back what you lost, ayy
What's up my SoCal gals?

Hopscotch, block's hot, pop rocks, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop-bop, bop, drop top
'Cause I own it
Ta-da-da
Block's hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop-bop, bop, drop top
'Cause I own it
Ta-da-da

Oh, ladies and gentlemen, it's hot, hot, hot
Like LeBron in the fourth quarter
And it's caliente outside



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Bates, Tinashe Kachingwe, Alexander King, Michael Mccall
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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