YOP Lyrics

Uh Hmmmm

I feel like big homie

Hit him with the Yop Cuz he wit homie

Uh Fuck it hit him with the Sock Like I'm Mick Foley

Pull his top back step on that Fuck nigga like he a roach

Hit him with that OK we gon okeydokey

Make that chop sing like Bobby Bushay Then we gon hocus-pocus

We beefing with some broke They ain't got no motion

I got my fie he got his fie We ride or die

If he blow I'm blowing

Gon throw rocks and hide their hands And tell police

If you know you know it

Lately I feel important

Nggaz always say my name like I pay the mortgage

But they ain't got no crib

Rapping on the net in somebody shit I been ran up a check

And Packed my bags and moved out my mama crib

This shit fucked up

Rats don't get glorified where I come from

Terror squad like Joey crack Hit em wit that lean back

He a hum bum But he just like all them niggas

They all gon tell sum

I feel like EST without the G Like Mr. T

I could have a 14 And bust it down with me & bro a Vick a piece

I don't smoke nicotine but need a bean

I'm Tryna geek

Ima big dog M put it on

So when I'm cold I need a mink

I need my bitch on fleek I feel like Loonie B

I ain't SG or S.G But I SD

I keep the lights on Like I'm fpl you can ask G

Hit the road with Uncle Sam & get it Tax free

Every turn around we bring it back

I'm the type to be blabbing in da trap

I be really like I'm 2150 I'm a fucking job

Damn I mean a Jabb I aint never had a job

I remember jacking cars Now I'm trying to be a superstar

Now she want to suck my D I just left a bitch on seen

Is you gon hold it down or you gon tell police

Feel like Yak I'm back for everything

Married to the game without a wedding ring

My arm reach stretch From Port au Prince to way to Medellin

I feel like big homie

Hit him with the Yop Cuz he wit homie

Uh Fuck it hit him with the Sock Like I'm Mick Foley

Pull his top back step on that Fuck nigga like he a roach

Hit him with that OK we gon okeydokey

Make that chop sing like Bobby Bushay Then we gon hocus-pocus

We beefing with some broke They ain't got no motion

I got my fie he got his fie We ride or die

If he blow I'm blowing

Gon throw rocks and hide their hands And tell police

If you know you know it