Blone - Yoppa (Single) Lyrics

(Uh Uh)
Keep a chopper in my skinny jeans, I ain't with the tussling (fa)
Lil' nigga wanna run his mouth, but ain't hustling (man what)
Keep some money in the bank told my bitch I ain't fussing with her (uh uh)
See that white Durango and we flip that bitch (fa fa fa fa)
Got em' Harlem shaking like a P5 glitch (ew)
I keep them benjies on me, call me Money Mitch (them bands)
She see a nigga flexing, want me cause I'm rich (of course)
Keep Balencies on my feet, chopper in my skinny jeans
VVS's on my teeth, hollow tips and 223's (fa fa fa fa)
I'm pouring up a fourth of lean (ew)
My Za pack be the finest tree
Lil fine shit wanna link with me (link)
Thick lil' bitch from Tennessee (she thick)
I tap her out like one, two, three, (winner)
This money shit ain't shit to me (at all)
Stacking all this money nigga, better start cutting new trees (asap)
556's ken to me, (fa) my cousin a Glock 23 (facts)
If a nigga wanna run up, wet em' like lord of the seas (ha)
You can try anything, but I got it nigga (fa fa fa fa)
Let his bitch play, now we playin' bop it nigga (ha)
I got that on me, it'll stop a nigga (boom)
Better yet I got that K, it'll drop a nigga (fa fa fa)
Spin the block in the fin, pit stop it nigga (skirt)
Next stop is your block, get it shot at nigga (boom)
I stack this money cause I'm goin' to the top nigga
Your main bitch mad at me, still gave me top nigga (hah)
If you goin' for that dunk, it's gettin' blocked nigga (smack)
Push up on me yeah your tee, gettin' cropped nigga (whack)
Got that Hellstar on my sleeves
Prada for the feet, Givenchy is the tee
You niggas is lame, cannot f*ck with me
I ain't Melly but I think I'm Melvin (I'm crazy)
That chopper dance like Elvis (whoosh)
Just with like a surgery, that Yoppa ripping out his brand new pelvis (ew)
(Got my Yoppa, it's my mini-me, play with me, gone pay that fee
All right, I'm done for real)