Yoppa – Lil Mosey
(Lil Mosey:)
Pull up in yo’ city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)
My n_gga roll with me, if it’s beef, then we go bare (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 n_gga, 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, 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 f_ck around, so we holding .223
And I’m on the f_cking 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 like water and I’m sippin’ on codeine, yeah
(Lil Mosey & BlocBoy JB:)
Pull up in yo’ city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)
My n_gga roll with me, if it’s beef, then we go bare (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 n_gga, 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)
(BlocBoy JB:)
We smoke gas like the bag, 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, ayy (rra)
I call up them Feezies, they gon’ smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)
B_tch-b_tch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that
N_gga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that’s on my mama)
These n_ggas ain’t killers, they the one that’s gettin’ shot at (shot at)
They snitchin’ and I copped that, made me put some top at
(Lil Mosey:)
Pull up in yo’ city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)
My n_gga roll with me, if it’s beef, then we go bare (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 n_gga, 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
