Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song HOOPTI , by - Smino. Song from the album NOIR, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zero Fatigue
Song language: English
HOOPTI |
| You look like a classic, took yo' time and crafted this |
| (God damn I swear to God) |
| Moving through these chapters, booked and busy, page my shit |
| (Paging my shit, I know you…) |
| I’ll hit you right back, I get sidetracked |
| I got side things, you know side ventures and shit |
| I vibrate, I’m a instrument, play into romance |
| Sometimes I breakdown, breakdown, breakdown, old hoopti |
| Gas me up, change my plug and get back in tune-tune |
| Squeaky clean WD-40, ounce on me with a stogie |
| Don’t ask if I’ma pass it bitch, fuck no |
| I don’t know you, you look like the po-po |
| I fly solo, no co-cap |
| Coconut in the dussé, fuck a perform at |
| She ain’t bougie, she ain’t choosy, fuck on the floor mat |
| Chicken strips and scary movies, romance |
| Float like a butterfly when I’m high off the loud |
| Told my niggas in a minute it’s gon' be our hour |
| I don’t put my faith in man, a nigga known to be cowards |
| I’m a lion, I’m a Mayan, I feel like Terrence Howard |
| I’m like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum and a fifty |
| Roll Luigi, wood stack like a tipi (Mmm) |
| Pretty white toe, walking on her tippy |
| 'Cause the flow cold, ass on Mississippi (Oh) |
| Hit her with the crooked letter, she said Smino papi |
| Get on top the polo horse and ride it like a Maserati |
| I come from the north side, St. Louis, let me tell you 'bout it |
| Mama always worried about her baby when he leave the house |
| 22s on the Monte Carlo, Remy in the cupholder |
| With the semi in the stroller, baby seat |
| And the back this for safety he just holdin' trivia |
| You never know who might be lurking over shoulders |
| Man I thank the Lord every time I see my niggas |
| Not being dramatic, life cinematic |
| This one feel like a classic, you look like a classic |
| Might pull up in a classic |
| You look like a classic, took yo' time and crafted this |
| Moving through these chapters, booked and busy, page my shit |
| I’ll hit you right back, I get sidetracked |
| I got side things, you know side ventures and shit |
| I vibrate, I’m a instrument, play into romance, huh |
| Sometimes I breakdown, breakdown, breakdown, old hoopti |
| Gas me up, change my plug and get back in tune-tune |
| Squeaky clean WD-40, ounce on me with a stogie |