Yop

We in the field, Yop, I want a mill, Yop Touchdown, head tap, it get real, Yop I need bows, let's hit the road I need phones or some more custos It's amazing how these niggas fakin' and they love to hate They so basic, put a little Cajun on they dinner plate Ain't no waitin, we just move in, we don't renovate Black not hatin, but he got some patience when it come to pape Black amazing and he one of one, he don't do facade Niggas pussy and they know what's up, they not down to ride You gon' play like it ain't happen, boy, we know it's no mirage You got poked for bein' pussy and we told you pick a side I don't remember you, I'm not befriendin' you, I keep a strap We not pretendin, cool my thoughts, too cynical to ever lack If you don't play a bool, then I'm gone finish, move like I was Jax Always in the field, D.O.N, sponsor, head tap You kept that man alive while knowin' he had a reason to come back Let me strategize, cause I will never die if you lack Let me strategize by settin' more traps For these rats, I'm tryna hammer time that pussy, put a stamp on that cat We in the field, Yop, I want a mill, Yop Touchdown, head tap, it get real, Yop I need bows, let's hit the road I need phones or some more custos Point me to the junkies, f*ck it All these other niggas flunkies, they can't even score a bucket Zombie tips'll turn your nugget to a motherfuckin' muppet Loudest nigga be the brokest, why you walkin' with a trumpet, ayy I feel like Lil Wayne and two Chainz Magician with the flu game, that collegegrove type shit Wide body two lanes, had to mix it just to show my penmanship If they ain't know, now you listenin, this not the intermission I'm the show, I don't condone the bullshit Get hit with a full clip, spin they block again Next time we pull up in the new whip Sell a couple jars just so I can buy new sticks No purpose at all, you like Morty, no Rick My bitch love my dirty draws, I ain't leave my bitch since We together, right or wrong, she can even hold the stick Ain't no robbin' me at all, you'll get hit with some shit If that was me, I would've hit a nigga with a zombie tip Then zombie tip, then zombie tip, then zombie tip, then zombie tip I would've shot him till he turned into a fuckin' zombie shit Niggas played me, hold my head up, cause they ain't worth it I ain't lazy, I got a bag with a bigger purpose People talk too much, that's how I got the drop, told him run it Guess I said enough, he felt that 40 puncturing his stomach Ain't no walk around with flags if you ain't payin' homage I should shoot you in your ass, blow your shit out till you vomit We in the field, Yop, I want a mill, Yop Touchdown, head tap, it get real, Yop I need bows, let's hit the road I need phones or some more custos