Lil Mosey - Yoppa lyrics

Ayy Royce D right here! [Lil Mosey] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (With a flare) My n***a roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (Bo, bo,bo, bo) Roll up in a Beamer, then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('Cause I can) Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean [Lil Mosey] Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my j**els water like saline And my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy We don't f** around, so we holding .223 And I'm on the f**ing Xan, I just mixed it in my drink I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah I got 20 shooters, they gon' wet you like saline, yeah And I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and My j**els wet like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah [Lil Mosey & BlocBoy JB] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (With a flare) My n***a roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (Bo, bo,bo, bo) Roll up in a Beamer, then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('Cause I can) Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (Yeah, yeah, word, word) [BlocBoy JB] We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (Down) Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (Crip) Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? I need him now, ayy (Rra) I call up them Feezies, they gon' smoke him like a ounce (Word, word, word, word, word) b**h-b**h I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that n***a tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (That's on my mama) These n***as ain't k**ers, they the one that's gettin' shot at (Shot at) They snitchin' and I copped that, they made me put put top back [Lil Mosey] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (With a flare) My n***a roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (Bo, bo,bo, bo) Roll up in a Beamer, then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('Cause I can) Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean