J-Lamo - Yop lyrics

[Intro] V's up, All Day sh**. FC-CB, Un! [Bridge] Yop! (x8) [Verse 1] First off, I'm the sh** lil' b**h, you ain't heard a Milwaukee n***a spit like this Kinda quiet but ya boy tryna get quite rich, wanna stay in the game, I ain't playin, Mike Vick Call up V. 100 tell 'em play my sh**, cuz the flow gotta cold, in a way I'm sick Real n***as gon' relate, f** n***as gon hate, cuz the girls wanna J from the way I Spit Literally k** it, Lyrically, I'm the illest, know I put on for the city and I f**in handle business R.I.P. my n***a Rel, JB, he the Realest, and I strive to be the greatest, No LeBron, better Witness Yessir I said it, I meant it, they actin like pussies but the boy ain't kitten And I'm tryna get that cake candle boys just wishing, gotta grind I ain't got no food to eat up in the kitchen. (b**h listen) It's bout that time to start letting 'em know, we'll put this city on the map, who betting the dough? Ain't got no time for these thirsty a** n***as, cuz what they call a bad b**h is my regular ho (Yop) My regular ho, she does incredible sh**, that's why when you call VM what you regulars get Live in yo own world, fairytale stories 'n sh**, this ain't Disney and you are not that incredible b**h All Day, Wit my, n***as, All Day, we be, blowing strong All Day, Lamo, get it, poppin, on another Ratchet, song Why the, f** you, think these, b**hes, cannot, leave us, dudes alone We say, N-O, to the, p**y, girl just, give me Superdome. (Get It?) [Hook] And You let em, Run You Over, You a sweetie, To these Hoes But my n***as, J' 'Em all, Going Stevie, On these Hoes. (x4) [Bridge] [Outro] 2-3!