Yop, Pt. 2
Yop
Yop
Yop
Guap
I ain't playin' kiss ass, a nigga say it's up with me
Such a real nigga, that's why bitches fall in love with me
Finna clean house, you gon think we got some company
Lil bro takin' all the hoes, save one for me
(Save me one nigga)
I can never leave that yop, that shit stuck with me
Yop, bust a nigga in his shit, he try and come for me
Yop, bitch I came with three B's like Bumblebee
I can get yo shorty on her knees, don't fuck with me
Yop, really came up from the mud, I ain't have a lot
She did a line and tried to suck me up, Baby Bottle Pop
Yop, I'm protected everywhere like a Otterbox
Hop out, get to beating nigga's ass, Ion got the glock
I be in my head when I don't smoke, so I cop a lot
I don't tell nobody shit I do, cause they talk a lot
Don't get in the beef if you scared, nigga callin' cops
Nigga makin' up fairy tales, he never saw the opps
You won't be nothin' cause you runnin' round owing shit
Tired of lil' niggas on the net, they be trollin' shit
Better stay up in yo lane, this ain't bowling shit
Like a bad kid doin' clothes, ain't no foldin' shit
Y'all be turnin' on y'all mans on some boug shit
Yop, why you speakin' on my Popz, that's some bold shit
Nigga, why you speakin' on my name, that's some dumb shit
You know them tweaks step behind Guap, they gon' dump shit
Yop, if you up it, better squeeze until the gun click
And if I'm still alive, you better hide with who you run with
Yop, wanna go up out the country on some fun shit
If you ain't good vibes, then don't pull up to the function
Yop, I'm such a out the way nigga, you ain't even knowin
Why the fuck you light that blunt, you ain't even roll it
Might as well pass that pop over, you ain't even pourin
Done passin' up the ball, bitch, I'm really scorin
I like women who can listen, know that's so important
Gang never hit the brakes, all they know is floor it
They ain't really tryna beef, they just gon' record it
Bitch, I stay fly like a bird, I be really soarin
I ain't playin' kiss ass, a nigga say it's up with me
Such a real nigga, that's why bitches fall in love with me
Finna clean house, you gon' think we got some company
Lil' bro takin' all the hoes, save one for me
(Save me one)
I can never leave that Yop, that shit stuck with me
Yop, bust a nigga in his shit, he try and come for me
Yop, bitch I came with three B's like Bumblebee
I can get yo shorty on her knees, don't fuck with me
Yop
Yop
Yop
Yop
Yop
Yop
Guap
I ain't playin' kiss ass, a nigga say it's up with me
Such a real nigga, that's why bitches fall in love with me
Finna clean house, you gon think we got some company
Lil bro takin' all the hoes, save one for me
(Save me one nigga)
I can never leave that yop, that shit stuck with me
Yop, bust a nigga in his shit, he try and come for me
Yop, bitch I came with three B's like Bumblebee
I can get yo shorty on her knees, don't fuck with me
Yop, really came up from the mud, I ain't have a lot
She did a line and tried to suck me up, Baby Bottle Pop
Yop, I'm protected everywhere like a Otterbox
Hop out, get to beating nigga's ass, Ion got the glock
I be in my head when I don't smoke, so I cop a lot
I don't tell nobody shit I do, cause they talk a lot
Don't get in the beef if you scared, nigga callin' cops
Nigga makin' up fairy tales, he never saw the opps
You won't be nothin' cause you runnin' round owing shit
Tired of lil' niggas on the net, they be trollin' shit
Better stay up in yo lane, this ain't bowling shit
Like a bad kid doin' clothes, ain't no foldin' shit
Y'all be turnin' on y'all mans on some boug shit
Yop, why you speakin' on my Popz, that's some bold shit
Nigga, why you speakin' on my name, that's some dumb shit
You know them tweaks step behind Guap, they gon' dump shit
Yop, if you up it, better squeeze until the gun click
And if I'm still alive, you better hide with who you run with
Yop, wanna go up out the country on some fun shit
If you ain't good vibes, then don't pull up to the function
Yop, I'm such a out the way nigga, you ain't even knowin
Why the fuck you light that blunt, you ain't even roll it
Might as well pass that pop over, you ain't even pourin
Done passin' up the ball, bitch, I'm really scorin
I like women who can listen, know that's so important
Gang never hit the brakes, all they know is floor it
They ain't really tryna beef, they just gon' record it
Bitch, I stay fly like a bird, I be really soarin
I ain't playin' kiss ass, a nigga say it's up with me
Such a real nigga, that's why bitches fall in love with me
Finna clean house, you gon' think we got some company
Lil' bro takin' all the hoes, save one for me
(Save me one)
I can never leave that Yop, that shit stuck with me
Yop, bust a nigga in his shit, he try and come for me
Yop, bitch I came with three B's like Bumblebee
I can get yo shorty on her knees, don't fuck with me
Yop
Yop
Yop
Yop
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