Yung Simmie - Sloppy Top lyrics

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Yung Simmie - Sloppy Top lyrics

[Intro: Yung Simmie] The mack Nothin' less Bum! Bum! Bum! Yeah! Bow! Bow! [Verse 1: Yung Simmie] I pull up in that drop-top gettin' drop-top from that ho She was geekin' off a molly, I was leanin' off a fo' Blowin' smoke, you a rookie, don't you choke, watch a pro As I go, supersonic flow wavy like a boat Swisher Sweet with the loudest dro, smokin' at the sto' I never been a ho, quick to up the fo' and let it go If you ain't know, now you do No stoppin', I'm chuckin' the deuce Sippin' on Henny and I'm feelin' loose Stompin' on n***as, I rap in my boots What you goin' do? I'ma slide with my crew Raider the Klan, so n***a, who you? Pop-pop from the double Glock Pop-pop, that's two shots, thug life like 2Pac Three hoes, but I'm too hot n***a, where the party? Gettin' gnarley and we smokin' Bob Marley Course I must ride in the 'Rari Course I must ride with the shotty All white sh**, Yo Gotti Pop-pop when I stand over bodies Choppin' up sh** like karate I'm sh**tin' on n***as like I got to potty Of course I'm that n***a but don't tell nobody I pour up a fo' for all of my homies Man, I'm so cool, you n***as don't know me I'm sippin' on forty, got thirties, that's sixties It's so fast, n***as ain't even runnin' with me Come get me, twenty plus thirty, that's fifties Mommy ridin' with me, it ain't fair And my weed got them hairs, so I'm higher than a astronaut Play with me, b**h you not, get dome in the parkin' lot I pull up in that wooh-wooh-wooh, gettin' sloppy top Wooh-wooh! [Hook: Yung Simmie] In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot [Verse 2: Yung Simmie] Drop-top in a parkin' lot, smokin' out, you smell the pot Beatin' loud on your block, so all the hoes is on my jock I'm so for real, I kid you not, that red beam on my forty Glock I'm gettin' dome and runnin' from the cops Life for the police, I ain't runnin' from the cops I'm a lyrical pistol and my gun stay co*ked Got smuts on my dick, want to taste my co*k I'ma roll up a blunt cause I don't need stress She said, "Simmie, you can nut on my chest" And you already know, man, I got to do my thing Nuts goin' to swang like keys when they hang Barkin' at n***as like I'm a Great Dane March with my n***as, we walk in the rain A mack, I smoke a lot, get dome in the parkin' lot A lame, what you talkin' 'bout? I take your girl and hit her spot A mack, I smoke a lot, get dome in the parkin' lot A lame, what you talkin' 'bout? I take your girl and hit her spot [Hook: Yung Simmie]