Quando Rondo, Shy Glizzy - My Yoppa lyrics

Zaytoven yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

Tell that boy with all dissin' that
We strapped up with them choppers
Everybody got a pistol with extensions
No revolver
The neighbors, they don't like me
They found out I fucked they daughter
The police know I'm servin', every day
They beat the block up
I'm in love with Billie Jean, pure codeine
I sip that Wockhardt
And I'm in love with servin' fiends
Anything to get a dollar
And I'm in love with Mike Amiri
Plus the snake up on my collar
And I'm in love with
Russian Cream, pussy boy
Go smoke some Flakka

I fell in love with that beam
That sit on that yoppa, yeah
I had your bitch down on her knees
After that I had to block her
'Cause that lil' ho a stalker, I can't lie
That head so awesome
But her pussy been awful, oh
Goddamn, I'm drippin' agua, hah
That boy so slime
Slidin' just like a car, boy
We gon' roll that dope up
Walk inside the mall and buy
Christian D with the Dolce
We been sipped a whole lot of lean
We pourin' fours up

Tell that boy with all dissin' that that
We strapped up with them choppers
Everybody got a pistol with extensions
No revolver
The neighbors, they don't like me
They found out I fucked they daughter
The police know I'm servin', every day
They beat the block up
I'm in love with Billie Jean, pure codeine
I sip that Wockhardt
And I'm in love with servin' fiends
Anything to get a dollar
And I'm in love with Mike Amiri
Plus the snake up on my collar
(Quando Rondo) and I'm in love with
Russian Cream, pussy boy
Go smoke some Flakka (Young Jefe, holmes)

Yeah, what's goody? (What's goody?)
I got on my hoodie, but bitch, I'm not Boogie
(No, no) i'm just Glizzy Glizzy with
That motherfuckin' fully (Glizzy Glizzy, 30)
These niggas gettin' offended
Well they motherfuckin' should be
No, you are not a stepper, you's a fuckboy
(Boy) you know that's not your bitch
She suck me up boy (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'm a boss, so you can go kill that noise
Take you off (Young Jefe)
And make your shooters my employees

Tell that boy with all dissin' that that
We strapped up with them choppers
Everybody got a pistol with extensions
No revolver
The neighbors, they don't like me
They found out I fucked they daughter
The police know I'm servin', every day
They beat the block up
I'm in love with Billie Jean, pure codeine
I sip that Wockhardt
And I'm in love with servin' fiends
Anything to get a dollar
And I'm in love with Mike Amiri
Plus the snake up on my collar
And I'm in love with
Russian Cream, pussy boy
Go smoke some Flakka