Kid Ink, Rory Fresco, Juliann Alexander - Lob lyrics
[Kid Ink, Rory Fresco, Juliann Alexander - Lob lyrics]
Ooh, ah yeah
Pop a wheelie with no hands
Put it in the sky threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
Money make her dance, put you on a job
Threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
Money bag, yo, go keep a chain, hundred bag
Backwood if you really 'bout that smoke
Know your type, only niggas that ain't broke
Dance in them Jimmy Choos, ayy
Your skin color a bottle of Yoo hoo
That big old dude, I point and shoot
Came with the truth
Case niggas start actin' boof
I can't refuse, she with y'all
Least she fighter with the moves
I threw that lob like I coulda went to Duke
Lil baby, it's just right 'cause she demand
Walk it like I talk it in these Vans, ah yeah
Pop a wheelie with no hands
Put it in the sky threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
Money make her dance, put you on a job
Threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
It ain't nothin' to me
Jewelry cold like one degree
I'ma throw it all
It's gon' fall from a hundred feet
Rory don't do nothin' cheap
Don't sleep at the Double Tree
Bad bitches run at me like
Can you give me somethin' to see?
She gon' go long for the throat
Might sign her
And she all alone on her own, need a sponsor
I threw all this cash, if I do my math right
You just do a sash, I go through the smash
Livin' stupid fast, bitch, I do the dash
It ain't same type of shit that
Will get you to crash
Just know who in first
Don't know who in last
I just threw the bag, if the truth be asked
Pop a wheelie with no hands
Put it in the sky threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
Money make her dance, put you on a job
Threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
I could tell that she a fan
I'm a rock star with no band
I get money in advance
Then I do my money dance
Can you throw it back on me by chance?
You a bad bitch, you ain't innocent
I just walked in with a brand new bitch
And a rock star clique, you can suck my dick
Rest in peace to Lil Peep
Took a Xan in the whip
Swervin' on a highway, swervin' on your bitch
Pop a willy with no hands, put it in the sky
Threw that bitch a lob, ooh that shit a vibe
Ooh, ah yeah
Pop a wheelie with no hands
Put it in the sky threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
Money make her dance, put you on a job
Threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
Money bag, yo, go keep a chain, hundred bag
Backwood if you really 'bout that smoke
Know your type, only niggas that ain't broke
Dance in them Jimmy Choos, ayy
Your skin color a bottle of Yoo hoo
That big old dude, I point and shoot
Came with the truth
Case niggas start actin' boof
I can't refuse, she with y'all
Least she fighter with the moves
I threw that lob like I coulda went to Duke
Lil baby, it's just right 'cause she demand
Walk it like I talk it in these Vans, ah yeah
Pop a wheelie with no hands
Put it in the sky threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
Money make her dance, put you on a job
Threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
It ain't nothin' to me
Jewelry cold like one degree
I'ma throw it all
It's gon' fall from a hundred feet
Rory don't do nothin' cheap
Don't sleep at the Double Tree
Bad bitches run at me like
Can you give me somethin' to see?
She gon' go long for the throat
Might sign her
And she all alone on her own, need a sponsor
I threw all this cash, if I do my math right
You just do a sash, I go through the smash
Livin' stupid fast, bitch, I do the dash
It ain't same type of shit that
Will get you to crash
Just know who in first
Don't know who in last
I just threw the bag, if the truth be asked
Pop a wheelie with no hands
Put it in the sky threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
Money make her dance, put you on a job
Threw that bitch a lob
Threw that bitch a lob
I could tell that she a fan
I'm a rock star with no band
I get money in advance
Then I do my money dance
Can you throw it back on me by chance?
You a bad bitch, you ain't innocent
I just walked in with a brand new bitch
And a rock star clique, you can suck my dick
Rest in peace to Lil Peep
Took a Xan in the whip
Swervin' on a highway, swervin' on your bitch
Pop a willy with no hands, put it in the sky
Threw that bitch a lob, ooh that shit a vibe
Ooh, ah yeah