Lil Mosey, BlocBoy JB - Yoppa lyrics

Ayy, Royce you did it right here

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 skrrt off wit' a Lamb
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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 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 skrrt off wit' a Lamb
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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
(yeah) , what you need? I got that
Nigga tried to rob me (Huh?)
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
(Copped that)
They made me put they top back, it's Bloc

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 skrrt off wit' a Lamb
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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 these feet, I got Louis on me, uh
I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean