Hula Hoop
We got big guns shootin through the roof
It ain't bulletproof
Put a ring around you like a hula hoop
Let my niggas shoot
Gotta lotta hoes that ain't nothin special
I ain't finna settle
She gon suck me up like a dust devil
She at pro level
I got bread on top like a biscuit
It's terrific
I put four lines ina Mistic
You can't sip this
Niggas doubted me from the start
I was only 15
Couldn't even drive no car
But I was gon sip lean
In the gangway makin serves
Half the time you gettin stained
I got ounces in reserve
LA smoke different strains
In LA they got that dope that be sticky icky icky
Everybody gassin up like a hippie ippie ippie
Dis lil hoe got attitude like woah Vicky icky icky
I just want the top you can keep that kitty itty itty
So now the bitch givin me brain
Look at my phone gotta call from my ex
She wanna fuck she gon send me a text
When she with me I be makin her wet
I put a tennis chain right on my neck
Talkin to Ceno bout gettin a jet
Need some white diamonds that hang like a net
Put some yellow icing on my pinky finger
I got white hoes like I'm jerry springer
At the trap house gotta egg beater
Catch him in the alley hit em with a nina
Hit the ground like bop
He can't make use of his head
Get hit with them shots
Take yo block and paint it red
I don't fuck with most
I got brothers not no friends
Yo boyfriend a joke
Bitch that make you Harley Quinn
I can't play no games
I ain't got no time to waste
Got Versace frames
Cause I got expensive taste
It ain't bulletproof
Put a ring around you like a hula hoop
Let my niggas shoot
Gotta lotta hoes that ain't nothin special
I ain't finna settle
She gon suck me up like a dust devil
She at pro level
I got bread on top like a biscuit
It's terrific
I put four lines ina Mistic
You can't sip this
Niggas doubted me from the start
I was only 15
Couldn't even drive no car
But I was gon sip lean
In the gangway makin serves
Half the time you gettin stained
I got ounces in reserve
LA smoke different strains
In LA they got that dope that be sticky icky icky
Everybody gassin up like a hippie ippie ippie
Dis lil hoe got attitude like woah Vicky icky icky
I just want the top you can keep that kitty itty itty
So now the bitch givin me brain
Look at my phone gotta call from my ex
She wanna fuck she gon send me a text
When she with me I be makin her wet
I put a tennis chain right on my neck
Talkin to Ceno bout gettin a jet
Need some white diamonds that hang like a net
Put some yellow icing on my pinky finger
I got white hoes like I'm jerry springer
At the trap house gotta egg beater
Catch him in the alley hit em with a nina
Hit the ground like bop
He can't make use of his head
Get hit with them shots
Take yo block and paint it red
I don't fuck with most
I got brothers not no friends
Yo boyfriend a joke
Bitch that make you Harley Quinn
I can't play no games
I ain't got no time to waste
Got Versace frames
Cause I got expensive taste
Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Jones
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