Yop Lyrics

We in the field, Yop, I want a mill, Yop Touchdown, head tap, it get real, Yop

I need bows, let's hit the road I need phones or some more custos

It's amazing how these niggas fakin' and they love to hate

They so basic, put a little Cajun on they dinner plate

Ain't no waitin, we just move in, we don't renovate

Black not hatin, but he got some patience when it come to pape

Black amazing and he one of one, he don't do facade

Niggas pussy and they know what's up, they not down to ride

You gon' play like it ain't happen, boy, we know it's no mirage

You got poked for bein' pussy and we told you pick a side

I don't remember you, I'm not befriendin' you, I keep a strap

We not pretendin, cool my thoughts, too cynical to ever lack

If you don't play a bool, then I'm gone finish, move like I was Jax

Always in the field, D.O.N, sponsor, head tap

You kept that man alive while knowin' he had a reason to come back

Let me strategize, cause I will never die if you lack

Let me strategize by settin' more traps

For these rats, I'm tryna hammer time that pussy, put a stamp on that cat

We in the field, Yop, I want a mill, Yop Touchdown, head tap, it get real, Yop

I need bows, let's hit the road I need phones or some more custos

Point me to the junkies, fuck it

All these other niggas flunkies, they can't even score a bucket

Zombie tips'll turn your nugget to a motherfuckin' muppet

Loudest nigga be the brokest, why you walkin' with a trumpet, ayy

I feel like Lil Wayne and two Chainz

Magician with the flu game, that collegegrove type shit

Wide body two lanes, had to mix it just to show my penmanship

If they ain't know, now you listenin, this not the intermission

I'm the show, I don't condone the bullshit

Get hit with a full clip, spin they block again

Next time we pull up in the new whip

Sell a couple jars just so I can buy new sticks

No purpose at all, you like Morty, no Rick

My bitch love my dirty draws, I ain't leave my bitch since

We together, right or wrong, she can even hold the stick

Ain't no robbin' me at all, you'll get hit with some shit

If that was me, I would've hit a nigga with a zombie tip

Then zombie tip, then zombie tip, then zombie tip, then zombie tip

I would've shot him till he turned into a fuckin' zombie shit

Niggas played me, hold my head up, cause they ain't worth it

I ain't lazy, I got a bag with a bigger purpose

People talk too much, that's how I got the drop, told him run it

Guess I said enough, he felt that 40 puncturing his stomach

Ain't no walk around with flags if you ain't payin' homage

I should shoot you in your ass, blow your shit out till you vomit

We in the field, Yop, I want a mill, Yop Touchdown, head tap, it get real, Yop

I need bows, let's hit the road I need phones or some more custos