Diddy Bop
Uh
2 step in this bitch with her
With a bad bitch
We just come to bop
Sippin brown getting lit
Haters to the back
We aint frontin on shit
I diddy bop
I don't milly rock
I don't dance with them bands
I just diddy bop
Hunnit grams ona scale
That's a dilly pop
Cirocs in my chain
So I diddy bop
Foot work
Check the 2 step
I'm just tryna secondline
On a cruise ship
Rebirth
Hot 8
Or the Stooges
Ima blow that gas
Like a tuba
She know I'm winning
Them niggas losers
Jumped out a hell cat
Hopped on a cougar
Young nigga
She don't know what ima do her
D boy
I dun sold game to her
Whole thang cheap
If the whole gang eat
The bag came first
And them hoes came free
The sauce by default
My diddy bop clean
I dun spent 5 hundred
On these billionaire jeans
I diddy bop
I don't milly rock
I don't dance with them bands
I just diddy bop
Hunnit grams ona scale
That's a dilly pop
Cirocs in my chain
So I diddy bop
Henny in her cup
She gone let a nigga fuck
Fresh pradas
And fresh product
What you need I got it
Nobody got us
Posted on the corner
Stop signs couldn't stop us
Bron Bron can't stop us
Got shooters like the warriors
With the rocket in my left
I shoot like James Harden
Ina trenches
I'm the hardest
I be really balling
I was in it 4 quarters
You can tell by my diddy bop
I'm from New Orleans
Young swanging on anybody
Choppa sing on any block
Make a nigga milly rock
Free my brotha nem
Yeah they know
I got the city locked
I was smuggling in and out
Cause they city hot
I diddy bop
I don't milly rock
I don't dance with them bands
I just diddy bop
Hunnit grams ona scale
That's a dilly pop
Cirocs in my chain
So I diddy bop
Respect a nigga mind
I like to shine
I get flyer than Tony Hawk
Cause I had to grind
Chicken and waffles
They thinking it's breakfast time
Check my diddy bop
I'm doing extra fine
Gave the plug a extra ticket
Paid a extra fine
Told him it's all love
Cause ima get mine
Mean time
I'm clocking like C4
Counting that cash money
Just fuck with my ego
I don't fuck with niggas
Cause they fuck with them people
And I don't fuck them bitches
That be fuckin the opp niggas
I get to the bag
And stay on the d low
Cirocs in my watch
She feeling my diddy bop
I diddy bop
I don't milly rock
I don't dance with them bands
I just diddy bop
Hunnit grams ona scale
That's a dilly pop
Cirocs in my chain
So I diddy bop
2 step in this bitch with her
With a bad bitch
We just come to bop
Sippin brown getting lit
Haters to the back
We aint frontin on shit
I diddy bop
I don't milly rock
I don't dance with them bands
I just diddy bop
Hunnit grams ona scale
That's a dilly pop
Cirocs in my chain
So I diddy bop
Foot work
Check the 2 step
I'm just tryna secondline
On a cruise ship
Rebirth
Hot 8
Or the Stooges
Ima blow that gas
Like a tuba
She know I'm winning
Them niggas losers
Jumped out a hell cat
Hopped on a cougar
Young nigga
She don't know what ima do her
D boy
I dun sold game to her
Whole thang cheap
If the whole gang eat
The bag came first
And them hoes came free
The sauce by default
My diddy bop clean
I dun spent 5 hundred
On these billionaire jeans
I diddy bop
I don't milly rock
I don't dance with them bands
I just diddy bop
Hunnit grams ona scale
That's a dilly pop
Cirocs in my chain
So I diddy bop
Henny in her cup
She gone let a nigga fuck
Fresh pradas
And fresh product
What you need I got it
Nobody got us
Posted on the corner
Stop signs couldn't stop us
Bron Bron can't stop us
Got shooters like the warriors
With the rocket in my left
I shoot like James Harden
Ina trenches
I'm the hardest
I be really balling
I was in it 4 quarters
You can tell by my diddy bop
I'm from New Orleans
Young swanging on anybody
Choppa sing on any block
Make a nigga milly rock
Free my brotha nem
Yeah they know
I got the city locked
I was smuggling in and out
Cause they city hot
I diddy bop
I don't milly rock
I don't dance with them bands
I just diddy bop
Hunnit grams ona scale
That's a dilly pop
Cirocs in my chain
So I diddy bop
Respect a nigga mind
I like to shine
I get flyer than Tony Hawk
Cause I had to grind
Chicken and waffles
They thinking it's breakfast time
Check my diddy bop
I'm doing extra fine
Gave the plug a extra ticket
Paid a extra fine
Told him it's all love
Cause ima get mine
Mean time
I'm clocking like C4
Counting that cash money
Just fuck with my ego
I don't fuck with niggas
Cause they fuck with them people
And I don't fuck them bitches
That be fuckin the opp niggas
I get to the bag
And stay on the d low
Cirocs in my watch
She feeling my diddy bop
I diddy bop
I don't milly rock
I don't dance with them bands
I just diddy bop
Hunnit grams ona scale
That's a dilly pop
Cirocs in my chain
So I diddy bop
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Writer(s): Ryan Foy
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