Yop, Pt. 3 ft. Stay True Red Lyrics

Yop

Yop

Yop

Me and Red in this bitch smoking woods look like bark tree

Niggas thought I'm done with that yop I'm on part 3, yop

She got tired of liking pics she wanna heart me

Acting like a brat, but she bad think she a Barbie, yop

Spinning in them whips like it's a car meet

I gotta stay on point think someone near tryna harm me, yop

I ain't tryna play no games this ain't Atari, yop

Leave him on phone screen like Safari, yop

Tryna match my style kinda like her vibe

Let me know if I stay around, are you still gone slide

I'm just looking for a Bonnie, tryna live like Clyde

I don't even, really be outside, niggas still gone hide

She be feeding me wit lies tryna kill my high

I just need to know, are you down or here for the ride

Twin said fuck LPD, took em for a drive

How you flash pape everyday but still getting by, yop

Bro walked in smelling like stanky pack

Everyday I pray, I don't know if I'm a make it back, yop

Know they hate I'm never broke, always shaking back

Better mean them words you done spoke, you can't take it back, yop

Know I'm out the way like where the safe is at, yop

I ain't fucking wit the clubs, where the aces at, yop

Bitch this my real life I ain't faking that

A nigga talking crazy on my life, I ain't taking that

Blade on me, like a pizza man come get a free slice

Playing on me, I'm a tweaker man you better think twice

Hating on me, I'm gone get it in, bet not blink twice

I don't want these bitches dating on me, we ain't link twice, yop

Told lil baby PTP, I can't be yo man

Everything I spit is flaming hot like the cheeto man

I'm just tryna get yo gram I don't see yo man

Never knew that nigga made clothes I don't see yo brand

Yop yeah, niggas got it twisted,

Bro in this bitch whipping shit, he been fucking up the dishes

I call my bro Ferb, we be making all inventions

I kicked her to the curb I wasn't knowing yo intentions, yop

I don't kick it for too long I got a limit,

They be capping bout they life in them raps it's for the image, yop

I don't think he got heart, he really timid

He ain't standing ten toes but I been, call me Simmons

Me and Red in this bitch smoking woods look like bark tree

Niggas thought I'm done with that yop I'm on part 3, yop

She got tired of liking pics she wanna heart me

Acting like a brat, but she bad think she a Barbie, yop

Spinning in them whips like it's a car meet

I gotta stay on point think someone near tryna harm me, yop

I ain't tryna play no games this ain't Atari, yop

Leave him on phone screen like Safari, yop

Look, I'm a big stepper

And I'm known to move weight, like I'm bench pressing

Any time I caught a case, it was no telling

Always come behind my threes, like four minutes

Let's be real though

If you think we bout to lose then you real slow

If you ain't got me losing sleep then ain't no real smoke

Hit you with the heat from both sides like a piece of toast

Bitch I'm from the North side where we do the most

Ima slide, on my dead homies, like the West Coast

Homicide, if you run up on me, I'm a let it blow

Bitch I'm feeling like George, came up off some blow

Just a North side nigga with an attitude

If I hit yo bitch and you mad, I ain't mad at you

Matter fact you down bad, get a bag or two

Shit, I know niggas with a job who be having too, yop

Give a bitch life and then leave her like her daddy do

I ain't come in here to smile like I'm snaggletoothed

And I ain't come in here to lie like a rapper do, yop

Bitch I'm still tryna eat, need a snack or two, yop

And I got the hook up, like I'm black and blue, yop

Me and Red in this bitch smoking woods look like bark tree

Niggas thought I'm done with that yop I'm on part 3, yop

She got tired of liking pics she wanna heart me

Acting like a brat, but she bad think she a Barbie, yop

Spinning in them whips like it's a car meet

I gotta stay on point think someone near tryna harm me, yop

I ain't tryna play no games this ain't Atari, yop

Leave him on phone screen like Safari, yop