Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yoppa, artist - Lil Mosey. Album song Northsbest, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Yoppa |
Gucci on my feet, and I’m with my nig', JD, yeah |
Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy |
Margiela on these feet, I got Louis on me, uh |
I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean |
Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like saline |
And my life be movin' fast like I’m in a movie, ayy |
We don’t fuck around, so we holding .223 |
And I’m on the fucking Xan, I just mixed it in my drink |
I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah |
I got 20 shooters, they gon' wet you like saline, yeah |
And I’m wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he’s flippin' key, and |
My jewels wet like water and I’m sippin' on codeine, yeah |
Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (With a flare) |
My nigga roll with me, if it’s beef, then we go blare (Bo, bo, bo, bo) |
Roll up in a Beamer, then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) |
I got all these racks, so I’m flexin' 'cause I can ('Cause I can) |
Gucci on my feet, and I’m with my nig', JD, yeah |
Run around with toolies, 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 (Yeah, yeah, word, word) |
We smoke gas like the bag, ain’t no turnin' down (Down) |
Jeans sag, purple rag, crippin' in yo town (Crip) |
Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? |
I need him now, ayy (Rra) |
I call up them Feezies, they gon' smoke him like an ounce (Word, word, word, |
word, word) |
Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? |
I got that |
Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (That's on my mama) |
These niggas ain’t killers, they the one that’s gettin' shot at (Shot at) |
They snitchin' and I copped that, they made me put they top back |
Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (With a flare) |
My nigga roll with me, if it’s beef, then we go blare (Bo, bo, bo, bo) |
Roll up in a Beamer, then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) |
I got all these racks, so I’m flexin' 'cause I can ('Cause I can) |
Gucci on my feet, and I’m with my nig', JD, yeah |
Run around with toolies, 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 |