Paragliding ft. Lil Mop Lyrics

4th quarter, jump up on the stage to the backboard

Pussy come to me and I can tell that he try hard

Pussy walk around, I can tell you just act hard

I be on the court with my Gucci and my goyard

Jump up on the court, hit a 4th quarter jump shot

Feel like Lil Mop, NBA, I can't be stopped

Feel like Lil Mop, I got bitches on my damn cock

I'm shootin' and I can't stop, I'm the hottest on the block

Bitches like some birds, the way they get together and they flock

I'm like a bird, way I'm fly as a canary

I'm bout my business walkin' in and I'm wearin' Sperry's

And I fuckin' take it cause there is no room for sharing

And he beggin' for a dollar like he called a tooth fairy

Yeah, I cook him up like it's Fahrenheit

Jumpin' out the roof and I swear I get some air like Mike

I am not in love so I said it is not fair to pipe

When I pop a pill I cannot get up, I am paralyzed

Guess I gotta paraglide cause I'm tired of walkin

I'm not rappin', hop on beats with this shit I'm talkin

Yeah, my bitch is dumb as fuck with them doors she knockin

And I bet that when we break up she'll be steady stalkin

Bitches knockin' on my door but I won't let her in

Yeah, I send the chicken through the mail like a letterman

All y'all fuckin' broke so I said that I am better than

I feel like X-Man but I'm lonely, I'm a veteran

And I always got the answer like I play Kahoot

This is not a game, I won't play if you see him shoot

I ain't even mean to diss her but I will not call her cute

I feel like Travis Scott, I'm walkin' in the highest in the room

Me and Cole the men in black, we walkin' with a suit

If she's a 10, why she talkin'? Got that bitch on mute

Why she even talkin'? Ain't got room for that

Yeah, I saw his bitch ass but I know he movin' back

Yeah, I saw his bitch ass, yeah, I'm movin' pack

Got a 30-round clip loaded in the Mac

Stole your bitch on Christmas then I gave her back

And I call her Rudolph cause she got a rack

I'm a winner, winner, winner, call it chicken dinner

Got the ink with the paper like a fuckin' printer

She call me faithful but Lil Mop is a sinner

Got these bitches fightin' for me like I'm Jerry Springer

I can pull up on a bitch, make her wet like Fiji

I got lost in my mansion like I am Luigi

I got so much money that you wishin' you could be me

Bitches love me cause they see me on the fuckin' TV

I got bitches on my bitches cause they fuckin' needy

All my bitches is so wet I think I need a squeegee

Yeah, she drippin' like a faucet, yeah, this shit is leaky

Lil Mop everywhere like I am graffiti