Yoppa (Explicit)

Yoppa (Explicit) - Lil Mosey/BlocBoy JB

I will see there are we

Pull up in yo' city

Then I hopped out with a flare

With a flare

My n***a roll with me

If it's beef then we gon' blare

Bo bo bo bo

Pull up in a Beamer

Then I skrt off with a Lamb'

Skrt skrt skrt skrt

I got all these racks

So I'm flexing 'cause I can

'Cause I can

Gucci on my feet and I'm with my n***a JD yeah

Roll around with 20's 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

30 thirty bands my neck my jewels water like saline

And my life be moving fast like I'm in a movie ayy

We don't f**k around so we holding 223

Beat beat

And I'm on the f**king xan

I just missed it in my dream

Always

I sip on the lean and my big homie OG yeah

I got 20 shooters they gon wait you like saline

Then

They know a lil' Fendi

A lil' that lil bro flippin' key yeah

I just walk like water I know sippin' on codeine yeah

Pull up in yo' city

Then I hopped out with a flare

With a flare

My n***a roll with me

If it's beef then we gon' blare bo bo bo bo

Pull up in a Beamer

Then I skrt off with a Lamb'

Skrt skrt skrt skrt

I got all these racks

So I'm flexing 'cause I can

'Cause I can

Gucci on my feet and I'm with my n***a JD yeah

Roll around with 20's 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

Oyy

We smoke gas like the pack 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

Rra ayy

I call up 'em feses

They gonna smoke him like a ounce

B***h b***h I make the trap bounce

Yeah

What you need I got that

N***a tried to rob me

Uh

Best believe I shot that

That's on my mama

These n***as ain't killers

They the one that's gettin' shot at

Shot at

They snitchin' and I caught dead

Made me put some top at

Pull up in yo' city

Then I hopped out with a flare

With a flare

My n***a roll with me

If it's beef then we gon' blare

Bo bo bo bo

Pull up in a Beamer

Then I skrt off with a Lamb'

Skrt skrt skrt skrt

I got all these racks

So I'm flexing 'cause I can

'Cause I can

Gucci on my feet and I'm with my n***a

JD yeah

Roll around with 20's 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

Oye