Myery Mopidays 2 ft. Lil Mop Lyrics

Bing bong, bing bong

Bing bong, bing bong

Oh my god, Cole Myer

You see that mops are everywhere, bitch I got an AR

You cannot test us this holiday, you won't get far

You hear it's Myery Mopidays playing up inside of your car

Then you gon' turn up the stereo cause you know we going hard

Myery Mopidays, bitch

Damn we back like we never left before, I get the beam

Grab the pump, I am from the South Pole

Bad on Christmas, dick you down, then I pass your ass to Cole

Hit you four times in the chest, then I put you in a hole

Got me sparking up a blunt, and I'm lighting up a bowl

Lil Mop on top the world, and I almost touched the gold

She was sucking on my dick, and my body left my soul

I'ma smoke the blunt, that I just paid you to roll

I asked Santa for designer, and I got some goyard

And she wanna love me on Christmas, I got a cold heart

They say Cole, you fell off, and I told them I gotta go hard

He's smoking on some PCP, he's smoking on a glo card

We back up in this bitch, it feels like that we never fall apart

You're the reason that we had to go back to the start

Hey, you're the reason that I got no love inside my heart

I'm the number one up on your score, and up on top the charts

I can beat all of these motherfuckers, really ain't that hard

Me and Cole are coming next, and you know we going yard

And I always keep a strap, I don't need a bodyguard

And my phone got Apple Pay, I ain't never use a card

Bitch gon' give me top and throw it back right where we park