PHD Flopper ft. JusDrew Lyrics

Yop, Punch Wizard shit

She be toppin' me, like her first name was Obi

Three eighths in the whip, you tryna score, yellin' "Kobe"

Pass the bag to bro, he go Ginobili off the Tony

Delicious pasta Rigatoni, I got sick of macaroni

Fuck a break, I'll take steak with the side of some lobster

Duck the jakes, movin' fast, I just sped past a copper

Looking fate, now I'm blessed, so my future look proper

Tuck an 8th in a wood, hit hard like PHD Flopper

I catch a fade every trip, like I'm Chad Ocho Cinco

You ain't my bae, don't get mad, I ain't lickin' your stink hole

You would piss your pants on high speeds, I think I smell some tinkle

Stop sleepin' on the punch wizard, Mr. Van Winkle

Fuck some dog, only cannabis, cause fentanyl lethal

To me a hater and a dick sucker, identical people

Y'all be leachin' on some balls like a testicle beetle

The Teremana beat my ass, had me restin' in fetal

You'd be dumber than the fuck to say I suck cause I'm white

Me and Drayko make a hit, got em' buzzin' on site

Actin' loony, but he cracked, bitch was puffin' the pipe

Tell a whore to stuff the bag or she'll be stuffin' a knife

Alright, don't come around if it ain't right

Drayko Rae Sremmurd, if it's beef, then just know I don't type

Think the youngin' got arthritis, backstabbin' from the knife

Was so high, I woke up still fried, what happened last night

Drew got stamina, like PHD Flopper, I'm off a juggernaut

You better move around if my shit on, is you gon' jugg or not?

I been goin' up like crazy, I would have to be dumb to stop

With every single week another song, Sunday, another drop

One day, gon' run the top

You fucked up, tryna punch the clock

Sold a bitch some dead shit for 50, man, she dumb as rocks

She hoeing Hot Girl Summer, while you think you got your lover locked

Bro got me fucked up, tryna ride with lethal weapons and Danny Glover box

Yeah, hold on, this shit, I'm sayin' crazy

No, I ain't never need no help, I feel like I'm Lil' Baby

And I don't give a fuck that you don't like it, you paid by playing

You about to say some hatin' shit, shut up and save it

She be toppin' me, like her first name was Obi

Three eighths in the whip, you tryna score, yellin' "Kobe"

Pass the bag to bro, he go Ginobili off the Tony

Delicious pasta Rigatoni, I got sick of macaroni

Fuck a break, I'll take steak with the side of some lobster

Duck the jakes, movin' fast, I just sped past a copper

Looking fate, now I'm blessed, so my future look proper

Tuck an 8th in a wood, hit hard like PHD Flopper

Yeah, C'mon