judy hopps Lyrics

Yeah

Hold on

Hold on

Hold on

Hold on

Hold on what

Hold on, Hold on

I got too much sauce

I ride like a boss

I got too much sauce

I ride like a boss

I'm round the world vacay

Blow up like grenade, yeah

Round the world vacay

Blow up like grenade

Like holy shit, where the fuck I'm at, I got too much racks

I ain't even expect to make it but this feels like the path

Spinnin' twin bitches round like some beyblades

Yeah I'm sipping up her piss like some lemonade

I'm the boss don't you try to argue I ain't the balkans

You think you slick, I really caught you tryna start shit

Im rich like Krabs, yeah you is a dummy you a starfish

Im with my twins yeah I tell my boys to go and pop it

I got new rims, twin

Pop that shit, twin

I got hella bands

I got rich lil bitch

Yeah I'm in the casino you know I'm locking wins

Bitch I'm in the casino you know I'm locking wins

Shit inside a box

Mail it to my opps

Don't you give me a mic, cause you know this gon' pop

Got a bad lil bitch

built like Judy Hopps

All these hoes fuck with my fit cause I got it cropped

I got a bitch, yeah she kinda bad, Sally from Cars

I got a rocket Imma launch it yeah its going to mars

All these dudes want my LinkedIn cause im getting the bag

And I don't need no damn Gucci or designer bags

Im rockin' all black fit from the top to bottom

I got this whole damn fit yeah its all cotton

I'on really do my own personal shopping

I just gotta go and send a hoe, I just got options, I got it

I'm round the world vacay

Blow up like grenade, yeah

Round the world vacay

Blow up like grenade

Like holy shit, where the fuck I'm at, I got too much racks

I ain't even expect to make it but this feels like the path